Botanical intoxication

Silence broken by pages fluttering in the breeze
Tearing away one by one , as sun now dips below the trees
Shadows grow long and race towards the darkness
A blast of cold night air pungent and
perfumed in botanical intoxicating.
A restless and weary silhouette against the gray background wondering.
Can this battle worn chariot ,example of my emotion ,ever choose between the sights of right and wrong and for no better reason split the night into two?
There is smoke rolling by and the sound of thunder ringing in my ears.
I could stop here and rest my head , let out tomorrow, easy and drowning in coffee.
If I was testifying surely I can’t run any further for every step drags me down.
I should have stayed out of reach of the hunger. The earth trembles beneath my feet and splashes on my face.
I begin to think. This is a little too close for comfort, but you can’t reason with these fading silhouettes, only memories can place them here. And they don’t want to remember, any communication yields only a toll for the attrition.
Winds lift and carry away the remnants of this life filled with madness.
The struggle for sanity and peace of mind ,lay scattered across the land unfulfilled an in disarray, unrecognizable scorched by the sun.
Here the heart questions our purpose, our destiny and this cost of freedom.

So crazy just to runaway, take no responsibilities
Point some fingers ,thats an easy game to play
So lazy ,just like they say, no reasonable validity
Pointing fingers ,what an easy game to play
So hazy the lines between the truth and sensibilities
The hurt still lingers from this crazy game we play