tripping on endless land

Burning fingers,
smoking towers,
dying monsters
and lovers blindfolded,
loving themselves,
and stabbing at their hearts,
with knives dipped in alcohol.
Blue-eyed horses
whispering to singing stars
and wishing for me.

I am the hopeful dreamer
dreaming of endless lands
and running men,
still running,
with orange sneakers
on the raindrops above.

I am the hopeful dreamer,
ding-dong bell –
hats that jingle
and jangle in the mist
while little kids
kill old men
whose mothers are in pain,
seeking solace in vain.

Words flow so easily
but never know where to go
once they dive into the ocean
of the hopeful dreamer,
dreaming of endless lands.

The pink iguanas
with glazed eyes
stare at stone monkeys
and wish for a better life
and wish for me –
I am the hopeful dreamer,
dreaming of endless lands,
searching for a clue
that might lead
the trench-coat addicts
to salvation and death.
The yellow men
run and run
and run and run
and the torn flags
shimmer in the evening sun
and the hopeful dreamer
keeps rambling on
and on
and on.

Halos shatter,
hearts break,
the hopeful dreamers
keep dreaming of endless lands
and wish for me
to become a part
of the blue baby’s bawling.