A Mile from Here - Cassius

Chameleons

Script Of The Bridge

A View From A Hill

Feel myself fall into the ground

Solitary silence

There’s no sound

Open my eyes and look around

Colors and concepts that confound

Oh well

You wait until your time comes round again

Pick myself up and take the air

The fragrence of children everywhere

Slowly absorbed into my square

Debating what is and isn’t there

Who cares?

Just wait until your time comes round

Again