Crude smiles in mystic morns,
You can walk a mile.
You can sing aubades in thorns,
Yet imbibe a smile.
You can flow in the northern brook,
Hit a hill or two.
You can chat and let a spook,
Feel yet creepy through.
You can melt those ice capped peaks,
You can be a sun.
You can break through all those beaks,
That hunt for joy and fun
You can shout a hell in world
You can give a fuck.
You can meet those souls you called,
Out of a pretty luck.
You can wear those phoney curves,
Luring men in blue.
You can kill their morbid nerves,
Like a dream come true.
You can sleep with a million he's
Yet be the purest one.
You can swim through distant seas,
Yet be an arid sun.
You can love like no one feels,
You can slap a face.
You can tear through bogus zeals,
Howling in the race.
You can paint a whole lot sky,
You can watch its light
You can spread your wings and fly,
Ignorant of the flight.
You can gift them all they want,
Death or pain relief.
You can call for all thats blunt,
End them or their grief.
You can let the clinging air,
Fill through sacks of red.
You can breath the drops of share,
That lingers through thy bed.
You can speak up all thats rare,
You can raise a voice.
You can play through parlous dare,
Suppress all that's noise.
You can feel you can do,
You can make a mark.
You can light the candles through,
The lonesome tracks of dark.