STEAL A HORSE

When the water tastes like soap, and all you can eat are grains and grains and grains,

When the plastic seeps into your blood, and that mysterious pain harasses your body,

When you've lost summer after summer, and you sit beneath white fluorescent light,

Surrounded by filth and beige drywall,

A voice will call:

"Will you bleed your innocence out upon the carpet like you've done upon your keyboard?"

And you will answer NO.

And you will wear the light of the sun upon your eyes as you face the wretched masses,       

And know the islands of youth are yet upon the horizon. Secret places that exist only for us beckon desperately in our dreams. Secret places that are bathed in dark teal groves, washed by pink and purple auras descending from twilight clouds that catch the sunsets light.