And the house began to set sail Hold firmly to the support posts of the verandah As if standing tall on the mast, taking on the perforations of the swirling winds. The hills began to ebb and flow and draw away and push beneath the house The walls of wood and green forever impending in front of us. The skies of gods, and carved clouds of faces of epochs of land sailors and explorers, began to roll and circulate; with a patience running in time with the songs of birds, whose ancient clocks gently touch their wings on the pulse. This house, this is our ship; caught in the heart of mother earth’s long and heavy climax. Do you feel a thing? Don’t think the moon, care how you feel Don’t think you can lasso its hands to make it real I have no pills for a wondering tide And I’m not about to lose my mind... We can make it baby... We walked finally, into the world with other things like us same skin, same movements but all seemed so...detached. Machines with dark, dark religion. Although the sun was shining, it was only us. In their world, that they created to watch... Watch us walk, onto the sand, to figure out life, with our footprints we, created on the sand, on our path... With all the more reason, for us to look back, to see it first ; sane faith Light of the infinite, we walk temporal tides Ephemeral steps, imperfect Breathe, kiss the breeze We are here. We can make it baby... If I am God, where is love...?