Navajo Land (time lapse)

Love Life

I'm sitting at an airport bar knowing I have a designated driver

I hope he's more sober than me and has more experience flying an aircraft

I have none

The dusty road I leave behind will be missed as well as my brother

My brother at birth

My brother at heart

I look forward to when we meet again

Not in the afterlife

....but the real life

'Cause I hope the pilot lands the fucking airplane

Safely

So that I'm still alive

Healthy and whole

So that I can do it all over again

Fly without flapping my arms

Shove my body into an unnatural postion

Pucker up and throw my life into the hands of someone, I don't know, don't trust

I insanely pay for the privelege

Fuck it...I'm driving next time

I'll be able to bring more stuff like weapons and a backpack

I'll be able to see the headlights of death and explore the canyons and mesas of life

Stoned Tracks

I've walked a million years  upon tires of rubber and steel

Red dirt and sand roads lead to a mystery and time

The stoned tracks laid before me were more organic and silent than mine

Violent...maybe

But a harmony of whole and understanding without knowledge

Just being

Being giants and small all the same