that hated freedom

a little clarity would make all fresh
we ask for truth and get a fleet of lies
our bond of service we can't criticise
for all we do we still are forced to mesh
our lives with your quite alien flesh
we're kept to it by a huge host of spies
the ever-circling never-sleeping eyes
assigned till death while we are still in creche
the world's become a prison with no wall
we call it freedom and in silence sigh
but all that's left to us is one small cup
we fear to climb because we risk to fall
we cannot challenge the most blatant lie
our only obligation's to shut up

heat index 105

light's a lot heavier than it looks
or sounds now in highest summer
it sits on every head and sets its hooks
light's a lot heavier than it looks

we can't learn any of this from books
all we learn from life is that it's a bummer
light's a lot heavier than it looks
or sounds now in highest summer

a sort of silence

a sort of silence falls upon the space
all that we want is not to have to hear
we want to keep the peace in this small place
a sort of silence falls upon the space

we aren't allowed a single moment's grace
nor can we set the bounds of what we'll bear
a sort of silence falls upon the space
all that we want is not to have to hear

hoping for much rain

summer just too hot
we know just what we will need
the coldest water

promise of much rain
but none is coming just yet
thunder is silent

again and again
we watch the numbers rising
right up to blood heat

a true enchantment

all explanations will seem too complex
unless we seek for hope within the shade
the thing that pleases us others will vex

we live our lives by means of pure reflex
the things that matter all too quickly fade
all explanations will seem too complex

our normal journeys turn into long treks
the half of us will never make the grade
the thing that pleases us others will vex

the act of thinking will most folk perplex
much clearer just to dance and wield the blade
all explanations will seem too complex

we feel the wind is cold upon our necks
and know that we can't choose the proper trade
the thing that pleases us others will vex

all of our lives resolve to work and sex
there's nothing else to pass through in parade
all explanations will seem too complex
the thing that pleases us others will vex