reworks

after an hour getting silly with instruments, props and our minds...
i reworked an old poem
thank you CAGS core :)


Drum, drum, drum in my head
Think, think, think instead
Loosen my collar, wipe my sweat
Throw my colors
Till there’s none left

I’ll be a beat I’ll be a din
And if I have no cause
I’ll extract it from under my skin

Build build build the flow
Sweet is the taste of the wind
For I will fly
Beyond the glow
I will fly
I’ll be flying within…

this was after a very intense experience... war is somewhere there...

How many layers of green
Under feet that can no longer dance
How many voices can scream
Forbidden burning stances
If repetition is necessary
I just want the ending
Till it starts making sense
I just want a new beginning