STATES, FREEDOM, ESCAPE AND A FRIEND

can make us spin off in directions silent

serene desperation a lack of space a spot not of desires

a wind, a light, no sound, no talk 

no reason be back soon still no call now to relax and possess

the best to be in our parallel souls

just to think about it, on our row 

of trees, our mustneeds, pulls in the boat ties

for the lure of more wider

for the lure of more higher

for the lure of more corn vapor

with a brighter less tighter hold on sunshine

for the lore of more aware

for the lore of more real will come on today

on everywhere on everyway there is a stuggle

we can feel it the battle

we can feel it the hate

we can feel it the love

through misted eyes that realizes any skies

misbegotton moment to form into beauty surrounding us

the loveliest thing into constructive grace

O' solace the joys we taste on our own sweets

for the lore of more releases

for the lore of more corn vapor

no-body but me all caught up in

between states, freedom, escape and a friend

from away to be one of our parallel dreams

just to think about it, on our row

of trees, our mustneeds, pushes out the boat pieces

look at the fishes blood on us

look at the mud on us

nothing between we mean solitude going alone

no distractions when it does happen we trys again

to resolve them to find lines

the mind is in the ground, evenso

the best, the greatest, i feel the excerise senses

practices tonight with mud in my eyes

as we see it we call'd it close enough

with wise-lights burning on

for the lore of more corn vapor

into a clear call in drawing to an end, confusion

no more whim, no more tread, no more fine words

no more time, i can't wait

no more the business mysterious

for the lore of more the romantics i declare

thoughts here aren't trash all's meant to be my harvest

in the dark i have seen them to have you who can say

no matter what they do

to take, to make, to give, to diverge, to change

no more can i tell it in my heart

for a mission over we suffers for the sun's down, ever hurts that heals

freedom

for the lore of more corn vapor

we're creatures that create and find the real sea to reach

to venture without a map

to take, to make, to give, to diverge, to change

we shall pass it, face it

moment has made us long of some delights did

in regards to live it in-through the misted eyes

that did it

what actualizes affects ours in-most fires burning much, speak soft

can you talk loud now full well reactions all built-in

upon a shattered reflection

have had one

for the lure of more corn vapor

love unbothered when troubled long enuff

for the lure of more corn vapor

and will our own harshness, kindness

save us inside an open heart

I know the right to be heard

moving upwards, to swing our hips

imagination

in a dance, alot in a barnyard

for the lore of more corn vapor

to spin off a yarn of a song without understanding its yawn arises

i understands looking like a sad sack showing us

on a hobo there thrown back what a long face

and each is asleep call"d a tramp what is forever Superman afterwards

between states, freedom, escape and a friend

on board gets in back without any direction to know, i goes

for the lore of more wider

for the lore of more higher

for the lore of more aware

for the lore of more real will come on today

for the lore of more corn vapor

to believe, in hopes, to gaze at that maze 

high on unclouded height of a feather, cool beams

for the lore of more corn vapor