I wonder,
if my mom knows how important she is to me.
Would you wear a tiny electric chair around your neck?
Suspend a gold-plated hangman's noose on the wall?
Would you print a picture of a
firing squad on a business card?
Random thoughts.
Must I really have mental acceptance in a
supreme being to be considered having a religion?
Faith, where's mine?
Questions, I have tons to spare.
Answers, I really need them.
Remember seeking moons of birth
Rings made mirrors of the earth
The sun was just yellow energy
It is a living promise land
Even over fields of sand
Seasons fill my mind and
Cover me
From bringing back
More than a memory