seen above the parapet
i can almost read those signs
when those signs were signless
and i had planted mines
born out of a mixed up time
when moisture was mistaken
for rain
when the pelting sun
fried my brains
made me walk the tightrope
that i was never supposed to walk
funny how things change
i dug within and found only echoes
from a resonance
of times gone by
under different skies
and different names
- from Mixed Storm
