Random Eloquence

Drumsticks on your street, we go and we fly for that beat, we make it, make it so wherever we go.
Oh the beat, the song of joy, this isn’t just a ploy, so, please, don’t conspire when I say that you do indeed inspire
- great things, among chimeras and dreams, you build better illusions it seems.
I’ve lost my way only to find it in your chest, taken down the path of a deep breath, reaching a short sob but never stalled.

I stand my ground until this day, where I wait for you, only you know the way,
To break the shackles and set me free, to let me be with whom I want to be,
Running gooses and flying speed trains, acid artichokes and plasma grains,
Making no sense in this dream that you made me write.

Rally all the troops and strike for every right, we ought to take a bite,
Vampires in love we suck the blood out of what we’ve got.
Don’t be upset that I love that I hate that I spelt it all right.
God, how can you make the days so bright?