Kid

A glass house of lungs,
Your fabricated eyes are
Gazing through the rain forest
Manifesting the light of the day.

The stories behind your pierced
Fingers, and holed shoes are
Gushing behind my ears
Did I misplace our sanity?

Your inked hands reaching
Towards the finest raw diamonds
In the lucy bright sky
Blue trees, and red grounds.

I can't keep my hands
Off the railway, off the edge
Of a cliff, and waterfalls
You're going to stay.

Through the rainy Aquarians,
Until the very end of time
Nobody will be able to tell us
How to fight.