Spinning on the soil. Fire in the sky. No answers. Many reasons why. We used to dance and sing. Before the moments came. And the leopards couldn’t fight. So the zebras did the same. On the lookout for confusion. An obstacle of haze. One man’s in a fury. Another in a daze. Ready for the future. Waiting for the dime. Asking for a friend. Blaming old man time. So what the hell is this. That dances by the flame. And who the heaven cares. Without fortune and the fame. They move for hope. File away the dope. Throw away the soap. And drink water. If only it were cold. Tell you who to follow. Watching one man sweat. Another muddy wallow. Yet. Who is it important. Who can’t eat an apple. Who has peeled the orange. Who will be the staple. The heart is in the field. The pulse is in the crowd. The color in the souls. The drums are beating loud. So dance fool dance. Chance fool chance. Feel it herd. Heard.
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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