I go to the countryside to escape the city From busy streets and droves of people To step back in time if only to dream I long for yesterday yet simple and kind For peace and tranquility to soothe my mind Flowing hills and streams seem endless in time The air clean for not yet pollutant ridden The alluring beauty where asphalts forbidden My senses yearn to take me there often Nevertheless daily grind holds me in Austin
It’s dark and deep Desperation dies in the lap of disappointment The muffled drum still beats I still breathe But that feeling of being alive I guess I dropped it somewhere during the struggle That august night and now it’s
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.