Feet First

Into the fire feet first flames heat roasted at 3000 degrees
I am but a memory until that memory fades I am a dream
It was all only a dream I dreamed I lived and died again
All this physical stuff the clothes the shoes the guitars
The paintings on the wall nothing nothing nothing at all
What will I leave behind now when my essence leaves
I will be the space your finger leaves in the jar of water
I lived from this date to this date I had no children now
I had a dog or two and a cat or two and a husband or two
My life was lived for love and I found love every day
Yes in the scent of wild rose or honeysuckle and geranium
In the air of the ocean or in the smell of rain in morning
When did life become so meaning less abuse does that
Not me and my sweet man but us and the world out there
The world that has hurt us so much West Jet airlines cruel
Canadian Tire Comox Valley Recreational center pokes
Make light make fun treat us with disdain head injured
We carry a wound that cannot be seen we carry a wound