We walk upon the pox on our feet
We walk upon the rocks that we beat
We talk of all the socks that we leave
We talk of all the hawks of defeat
We walk in time, in time we talk cheap
We talk in rhyme; in rhyme, we retreat
We walk a skip, a trip, a half-leap
We slip and trip into hawks of defeat
Oh, my version needs a rest
Oh, my visions are the best
We walk the line with the silver aura
We walk in time toward the greenish hue
We want the life they envisioned for us
We hope, in time, we’ll avoid abuse
We walk tall, in short we talk deep
We talk falls, at length we grok sleep
We shock halls and balk at false needs
We hunt the eagles and hawks of defeat