strings

Sunny hills in winter
Illuminate
They hinder
Make my eyes water like glue

I pull sentences out
Of that old well
Down the road
They always tell me what's true

Rushing feet in the hall
A sudden turn on the street
People screaming in the streets
Bloodbath rushing down the halls
New inventions of freedom
Gushing from contaminated walls

I drink the wisdom of long days
Cleanse the daze from my eyes
Say goodbye to strays that stay
Make them free to run wild