Lost On the Red Mile

You shrug and say that times are hard As we sit in the park Then your thoughts, they went somewhere dark And as your shades, they block the light Your hands, they sweat with fright And you are high as a kite From young and self-righteous To this aching incontinence My past lives are often kept Preserved in the postcard I love all my children And though they're not born yet I write to and for them In these words that I've spoken You shrug and say that times are hard As wе sit in the park Then your thoughts, they wеnt somewhere dark And as your shades, they block the light Your hands, they sweat with fright And you are high as a kite I called from the embassy But borders were closed that day They said it was locust In the shape of a hurricane When I look at fossils I feel so accomplished Watch how I'll join them Will you be my apostle? Recount my experience And all that was in between From Veda to Science Augustine, Mujahideen The facts are a matter Of fiction on platters Served to reduce strife In this crack of life