horse with no name

the ocean is a desert, with its life underground
and a perfect disguise above
under the cities lies, a heart made of ground
but the humans will give no love

you see i've been through the desert on a horse with no name
it felt good to be out of the rain
in the desert you can remember your name
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain

and a white tulip to bloom in wintertime

girls who have it all

i want to live in that world

made of yes and sure

without no and maybe

when i say jump

the answer? how high

never why

where i'm the center

not a suburb

where my hand is held

my skin a thousand times kissed

my mouth adored

for adoration's sake

day one

35 to go.

start counting.