Bush

when we die
we go into the arms of those who remember us
we are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
out of this world
out of this time
are you drowning or waving?
i just want you to save me
should we try to get along?
just try to get along
so we move
we change by the speed of the choices that we made
and the barrier of ourself made (???)
that's so retrograde