What Can I Do

New moon circles around
A transmission from forest fire
Fills the void (New summer view)
No words, cosmic time
The sperm bank of America
Egos drive down avenues
Gross revenue

What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?

Helpless, haunted by
The inherited character
In my jeans and in my shoes
In my attitude

What can I do?
What can I do?

Plucked from branches and spawned into the night
Unaware of the subtleties I'll find
I’m upended from nature and a light is shining