Naive was the beggining of September,
a bird who flies high,
open was for now,
i paid my dues for my ignorant history,
now i am a free bird.

A free bird, to take on the world.

I stop and stare at the world which is so bare, with beauty
so fluent, so green, so blue.
No tension, no grief, no fear
all of you must here
the rural silence of the traditional green.

like rainbows on your motion
like poison in the ocean
the unrealistic highway tension
down you rise
up you roll
the world is in a complete black hole
how many days how many nights

A night around the table
a tight sleep for the miner,
A beer or sixteen
a wine for the class,
Excitement to get 'wasted'
excitement is numb,
No worries but the studies