I am...

I am lee strunk,life contracts and death is unexpected...
I wonder how when the wind stops,the clouds go nevertheless in their direction...
I see war making new nots to bind, wounding us, condemning us to war...
I want to dig without seace beneath the earth....
I am lee stunk life contracts and death is unexpected

I pretend to run from death with those same boots of lead....
I feel the smoke that roams...like war...looking for a home...will drift into me choking my soul...
I worry how s in a season of Autumn a soldier falls...
I cry for may you eyelids never water into the empty distance...
I understand my brain is like a services drum...keep beating and beating till i thought my mind was going numb
I say it seams that sense was breaking though...
I dream of how empty i went through the world...like wheat in a colored jar, without air, without sound, without substance...i try to sleep but war and silence, some strange race wreck solitary
and creeks across my soul
I hope that once its over i wont Wonder Maseley across the earth,and ask for shelter and a way to get back home...
I am lee strunk as life contracts and death is unexpected...