Thoughts Out

Feel it, juices swirling inside
The blender's running, mudslide
Don't slip, don't trip don't take a fall
It's only down from here, dirt and all
It tastes like success
But evaporates like dreams

Scared in embalming silence
Sounds that do you violence
Singing like a soul unleashed, released
You're not invited to the feast

Walk it all off, you can't afford the puncture
Can't afford to go off, jail door sliding shut you're
Sitting treading water, Blowing like a leaf
In a spine-freezing gale, fragile wings freed
No guilty hands, no leaden feet
But God is in the wind now
And you are sifting like the wheat