UntuitionHard to follow

The Mountain

Floods the river, caves the mountain
Dragging out these fantasies of disappointment

Follow me out by border’s way
Passive, leading by my side
Cracking strata clears a stage for two

Guilt is green, as I am clear
You’re colour blind and I can’t hear

Ignorance is bliss
War is familial
Hands will tear
At those, who get a bigger piece

Don’t you want to look back and walk away?
Giving up’s for the enlightened
Just look back and follow the bright end
Lie down, play dead
For every dog will have their day