Genuine

Day will come

When the wind

Decides to run

And shakes the stairs

That stab the wall

And turns the page

In a future age



Some trees will bend

And some will fall

But then again

So will us all

Lets turn our prayers

Into outrageous dares

And mark our page

In a future age



High above

The sea of cars

And barking dogs

In fenced-in yards