We stood along horizontal dewy cliff

To watch industrial and natural lights twinkle

In dark blue sky

With wind blowing us onto the windy road

������ Filled with windy drivers in windy cars.

�� Making our futures windy

�������� (what�s around the next corner?)

�He said the stars we saw

������ Were on the other side of the world, really.

� Time changes.

�Pythagorean theorem explains it all, really.

The big dipper

�������� dipped down

�������� ��������ignited minds

��� set mouths and blunts ablaze.

Lucy in the sky with Diamonds

���� reverberated off of swaying grass

� (better acoustics than one would expect)

The Constitution is everything,

������������������������� It�s life, our lives,

������������ he claims.

��� If it were true,

������������� it would be simple

������ but it�s not

��������������� so it can�t be�

� It�s all built on lies

������� and Indian burial grounds

���� The wind blew me home.

And I slept in bed.

��������������������� Alone.