Deep-pression -

No humans here In this place So full of life Yet misanthropic The marsh A new breath For the breather A new taste For old flesh Fumes over the waters Crickets and frogs... Cranes strut so ghastly No humans there Where my wheels and legs Take me The road in the night Is a tunnel to a dreamland Midnight forests smell with a new life For a struggled one Fumes over the treetops The night had risen And old owls still learn from the stars... Old owls learn from the stars...