Coyote Communique

My eyes weary, my mind varies The simplest things in life are the most extraordinary A ripple in a pond is a lesson to me That every action has a trajectory Staring at the branches in the wind I'm mesmerized The lines in a leaf I sat and memorized The bulldozers came, the engines murdered silence They came with chainsaws to do surgical violence The raccoons hеld a meeting a stone was thrown The windshield crackеd, the brakes squeak and moan Dry grass in the gas tank turned it to an ash tray The men ran away they got chased at a fast pace Coyote communique, the men just heard a howl The birds did recon, surveillance from a owl The coyote growl translated to we got em now The moon couldn't look, it hid behind a cloud I woke from the dream and heard a fox crying Ironic how under your skin your skull is always smiling Are dreams a bridge between the night and the day? Or is a dream the underworld where we go to play? Are people I meet in dreams, the divine wearing masks? With faces I recognize so lessons I can grasp? Did we abandon the sacred for statistics? Did we trade screens for secrets from mystics? Or maybe we just rearranged the characteristics We pixelated our minds into code linguistics I'm trying to accept defeat, the desire to know Maybe curiosity got knotted with my ego Is to interpret a dream a way to kill a dream? Or if you focus too much you'll see it in everything? The palm reader said you're on the run from mortality Do you interpret dreams or make them reality?