Roaming

Roaming
By Matt Freire

And when the rain comes it comes down in clumps
It breaks from the sky like the wings of a dove
And it splats in the air and it soaks to the thread
My socks are all wet the queen has been checked
I open my ears to see all the words
Flowing through the noise the blood still yearns
For the days that have past the future still to lay
Of the splinter of greed and the board of shame
This path that we come of life indirect
Will this show me a way is my life all but set

So are you the type that passes the flowers sent
Is your life so busy that your noise will ferment?
And the wind picks up and the fog run and hides
Flowing through the leave the dead will die
As they fall off the tree the ground picks up
Extended dashing waves mournful chances and luck
Opinion posture with only points to earn
Action arrows go by the ideas for sure

You don’t qualify what is to do
You don’t qualify nothing for you
You don’t qualify so run and hide
Ideas for sure you don’t qualify

So the rain comes the chasms been set
Breaks through the earth like the blade of a knife
Blood drips from the blade there is no chance to say
The sky is falling from night to day
On the lonesome mountain the door is alone
Whistles through the wind is someone at home
Phantom delight the point sticks in
The dancing shapes unfold in the wind
And so once was lost the echo advance
Were does it go will you guess the chance

Fixed on the what your teeth up and wrought
Land to shelter it’s a devious thought
The royal star comes the vines intertwine
Vomiting monsters confusion denied
City spacious receiving all sides
Color motion shapes anarchy lie
Un-extinguished courses tragic frictions
Thinking intervals the roaming one
You don’t qualify you roam all the day
You don’t qualify and roaming ok
You don’t qualify a wingless try
Roaming around you don’t qualify