Reflection On Brown Water

If you had eyes
A face too far in blur is what you'd see
As the reflected light of our messy pond is
A world in ponder is what you'd see
One could plant seeds of falsehood on my face
One could feed my imagination
Grow maize to feed my body
Paint trees of clouds to feed my soul
One could sell these moments
Packaged in red plastic
The sounds of excitement shouting in our viens
The boom in our vien
The fall of sun is near
The night is coming alive
The brown water is shrinking
Going deep in to our esophagus and belly
The needle leads to speakers
Easy the horn plays loud and doesn't forgive
Listen at me on this balcony on this not yet set sun