I walk as a priest
Narrowly down the street
Judging everyone as God would
Examining
Honeysuckles on a summer night
Suffocating as a hot rainy day
There is no other pleasure
Living is a flat roller coaster
Moving through things that look like hills
Flowers slap my face
I run, arms out-stretched, across a wheatfield
It's beautiful
The wheat
The Sun
"Hey! This hospital doesn't permit running in the halls!"
--lyrics and all music by matthew john mortimer
