field upon field

field upon field of clandestine green

the likes of which are found surrounding you and me

a solitary stone keeps watch outside o'reilly's gate

a agm is being held

i'll eavesdrop on their debates

this meandering road implodes

and so do i

for i transcend as i descend in search of warmer climes

dance with me

upon this breeze so fine

in your grandfather's coat you adore and you dote upon the treeline

dance with me

upon this breeze so fine

in your granddaddy's coat you adore and you dote upon the treeline

you spoke of all the wondrous joys that await me down the line

the beauty and potential in my embryonic mind

what if that's true and meant to be?

i'll stand and raise the mast for every fallen

broken boy whose dreams died in fifth class