hogwash

Cherry picking promises
Flying in clusters
Mellow, we rejoice
Filled with unnatural voice

Clear this sky of the fog
I want to see where we are
Carefully stepping backward
Hoping to cross fortune’s hand

Plead with me as it beckons
Grab the reigns tight as it calls
Cheer with glee so loudly like its scream
And embellish the evening breeze

Bordering the land we passed
Was an air of nature’s past
As if time were foreign to its vegetation
Why must we hold life so near to our dreadful faces?