Footsteps

We used to live in the footsteps of giants

We used to play on the fence of realms

We used to dream of the future with wide eyes

and flower crowns

If I press my ear up to the ground

will I hear your heartbeat, your mind resound?

If I got lost in your blue eyes and freckles

--and who's romantic now?--

If my head reaches up behind the clouds

what will I find there?

Our glasses toast when we kiss

On the fingertips of God there's peace

What will become of me

if you hate me

On the fingertips of God there's humility

What will happen when your flaming sword

--what do you think?--

what will happen when its fire scorches your hand?

you won't feel it, will you?

Your mind is too clustered, too clouded

Your barricades surrounded by your ever so present pride

save your god complex, Aphrodite

I heard they don't sleep on your Mount

(in the valley)

But who am I to judge?

I'm guilty as well.

I used to sleep in the footsteps of giants

but giants are fantasy

I used to dwell in what-ifs and maybes

but now I've set sail for the truth.