Surrealism

It's something I wrote in February...Remembered it again today.
Some people hurt. I wonder sometimes why I let them...







Hullo, see me in the yellow desert
Where winds blow awry
Clutch me hard, and then set me free
And bind me with your story.

Then let the breeze pick me up, and fly me away

Or knock me to the ground

Quantum foam, it made me roam

It didn't make a sound.

So I will walk the earth as a Viking, I'll fly around as Valkyrie

I will believe everything you say, I'll believe nothing at all

So make me roam, or make me Rome

I'll never make a sound.