A smokescreen
Ashes overhead
Through charcoal we tread
The Okanagan
Forest burning red
Blazing through me instead
The red sun, the highway
The burnt lungs, the dead blaze
An ocean between lakes
Am I a red sun, a highway
With burnt lungs and dead blazes?
I'll take what I can get
It's better left unsaid
Should I have known?
That being with my demons is better than being alone
Desolation
The crystal locks and cryptic knots
No correlation
To littered broken thoughts
Will I ever reach
White suns, highways
With clear lungs and blue rain
Oceans and clean lakes
Am I a soldier with no blade?
A father who's enraged?
I'll take what I can get
It's better left unsaid
Should I have known?
That being with my demons is better than being alone