filial

too seldom sanguine

always crying over closed doors

you should feel like you should

you should feel like you should adapt well with a wistful heart

i could never take it

but i'll give you your breath back

infants and whales still have the holes there

never proving to be born on time

you keep your eyes to the light between finger and thumb

and the sky just laughs as i stare at the grass

the sun

the green

i want the snow years ago

i'll say it about routine

i can't wait

i can't wait

i want the genes

i want the era before me

i want ideas as imprints

i want the future

i want the future

i want your mistakes

what we were

what i was

what i'll be

what we'll see

hunters only stop to see the scenery when they've caught up

watching what we have in common that makes us the men some love

i'm not telling you who the rhythm is from

something to look forward to while i'm young"