demon dog days
just another good vibration


of the bass strings





without complication
on a windmill island




floating up in the sky



drifting away dreamily




above away from a melancholy town where








they never smile






she sits there on the edge of the cliff of that floating island




kicking her feet to the beat






of the bass she playing





as the demon dogs crawl up the walls






in their in her dreams laying right beside her







happy to just keep on drifting








void of the passage and ties of time









floating through these skies and days












it never pays but










its all they want to drift










away
afraid of change not











so much they just like it












how it is content in their












sorrow breath of tomorrow












dream’n drift away…