Tired Eyes

I raised my head from the riverbed and I tasted the air I built my home of oak and stone and I feasted on the animals and earth I raised my kids in modern beds and I taught them to take what's theirs I built this town on god and doubt and science (an economy of fear) I drained the pond and the woods beyond for dinner, and the river for a song The more I've got the more I want. I'm blinded but I'm waking up! Tired eyes, open wide Blossom iris into lily white Tired eyes, open wide Salty brine, bluest sky Tired eyes, open wide Either side, all these veins of light!