still-water spectacle

hotelier, the

we're letting it out. the wildest shout. we're showing our teeth. and we're perfectly fine. these white walls hurt my eyes

they show me the reason

why it is that the caged bird sings: they miss all the seasons. they don't feel safe inside

what they have been given. they don't feel satisfied

being able to look through the bars

at the world outside. we're letting it out. the wildest shout. we're claiming it all. or just at least for tonight. if blue skies have taught us anything

it's that there is no such thing as purity. without the occasional rain cloud

or the winds from the coast

that bring in the hurricane that settles the eye

and stirs up the ocean for the waves to arise

and the earthquake that brings down the house that we lie in. this still-water world just contrasts our minds. that are chaotic

and they're wild

and they're free

and they're nothing like they want them to be. and it's pulsing

and it's true

the heart of the beast is in you. and we feel it

and we know

and we just have to let it go. and it's living

and it breathes

our inner peace love and anarchy. and it shines through the clouds

and she lets us all know that she's proud. and it's chaotic

and they're wild

and it's free

and it's nothing like they want it to be. and it's pulsing

and it's true

the heart of the beast is in you. and we feel it

and we know

and we just have to let it go. and it's living

and it breathes

our inner peace love and anarchy. and it's living

and it breathes

our inner peace love and anarchy. and it shines through the clouds

and she lets us all know that she's proud. we're letting it out. the wildest shout. we're showing our teeth. and we're digging them in.