I stay up all night and all I can come up with are empty rhymes and scattered lines in the dust. The dust that used to be stone. The stone that used to be buildings. Buildings that used to touch the sky (scrape). Now I just stalk the wind to by chance hear a whisper of your name... or just how you're doing...
No more... No more empty cups. So please pour the tea. Make sure it's hot. Make sure it's dark... and most of all make sure it's sweet! Sit with me. Sip with me. Speak with me. Tell me stories... Stories of life... Stories of love... Make me smile... Make me laugh 'til I cry... We will party with the moon and say goodnight when we see the sun. But, God willing we will never see the sun rise again so this party will never end! So we will forever travel west. Forever evading the sun.
