Ants Of The Sky

My teeth taste funny today, they seem more jagged than normal
I've been told that I have been grinding them like the gears during my dream hours
I wonder if it's just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream
One which parts with the night
(There are frequent amongst the walking crawlers)
I saw them dragging the other day
Scraping their knees and elbows against the bumpy pavement
Blood tracks have been filling the streets
Seems the high horse is taking them all home
I can't leave myself out
Why should we sleep today
Why should we awake tomorrow?
We can just pop back a few and drift though this pre-programmed flight

Across all oceans, a windy, noisy trek
This seems to be what I've needed
The view used to be better, lands are growing into one
We wanted it this way, we were brought up to grow into one
I'm going to fly up soon and seek other lands, the soothing air of flight
A bird's eye view into what I've always imagined life could be
Will it be sought after?
It might just be useless writing and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end
Bones of dust need hardening, I think the prescription is found

Sleep on, fly on
In your mind, you can fly

My teeth grin oddly today
They seem to gleam more than normal
Maybe it will be noticed
(That's all we ever asked for, grinning through it all)

In the corner the thinker things: I seem more jagged than normal
I am the episode of constant wandering
A nomad in my own surroundings, this hand produces the nerve

Walking dead