ODE TO OLD

oh, these old, old songs.

I feel it all as worship

as I stand in the forest

the drums fill my lungs

and I know exactly who he's worshiping every time.

if half freedom can create a globe

fill a stadium with flashing lights and these otherworldly songs

THEN WHAT CAN FULL FREEDOM BRING

AND BRING IT THROUGH ME.

to paint on this dimension 

with your words

with your songs

with your ideas

with your love

with your stories

with your desires

with your power

with your color

with your memories

with your images

no more chanting in confusion.

you are not cryptic to me.