Wanderers

Two figures kept the forlorn cement warm Gravity and thighs of adamantium forced forth The adolescent psyches' somas In the quiescent, fetal Kona Disregard the faux hoverboards We've got motorless maple Scaled a barricade to cruise where it's vacant Lunar spotlight illumines the intruding hooligans Halted by the scent of sentient bacon on two legs Paranormal pansophy or simply through a cam lens? Off our Amish tech and returned to circuitry The cerulean shuttle with the strength of Hercules Evicted with leniency Driving law-abiding like the DMV And that's a single eve Each a window for relief Beneath dusty craters from the anchors Navigate the labyrinth Pavement mavericks reign on at the latest Wanderers warm the Crete In the hours of gloaming Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere Now's our chance to sleep But we'd rather be roaming A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal Evenings solitaire to cogitate amor The vehicle in hand Vans planted in the flora Dark fields, vicinity reminiscient of the Further Minus eerie vibes of a disembodied Bishara Happily alone, take a gaze at the welkin This environs pacifies the anxious soul that dwells it I talk to myself, we share all the same interests It's stupid that humans chat while neither's trying to listen Social introvert lying with Gaia beneath the astral sheets A blissful dalliance, relaxing me when lacking apathy To a degree Or needing time to think And when boredom emerges, reboard the wooden plank Soaring over shades of gray in a shady modus operandi Through the zephyr with esoteric sonic treasures Flowing to the brain Grip on the stars of David and diamonds Grates the rubber Risk killing my arse on pavement A wanderer warms the crete In the hours of gloaming Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere Rest under a tree Urban nomad therapy A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal Wanderers warm the crete In the hours of gloaming Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere Now's our chance to sleep But we'd rather be roaming A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal (Wanderers warm the crete) In the hours of gloaming Surrept times of gliding through the atmosphere Rest under a tree Urban nomad therapy A susurrus to a dormant world, diurnal