You’re one of the gods
Wilder and wilder like the colour blue
At night you sing songs about love and loss
You own the melodies of the muses

You don’t know where you’re going
You don’t know where you’re from
Your Arcadia is the endless road

And so you rise like a phoenix from the fire
Your holy halo of hair blinding you from a world so wicked

Run be free get away from this town
Of little minds and little hearts
Feel the urge to be alive and then live for eternity

Take over like wild flowers
Take off like wild fire
You smell like all the good ideas we’re afraid of

-v.