Are you ready? How I wish I knew.
You’re away, Oklahoma, half the world’s oasis.
Are you ready? How I wish I knew.
You’re away, Oklahoma, half the world’s oasis.
It can’t be any closer ---- paradoxical distance to proximity.
Two concepts dancing.
But never truly
see,
never truly meet.
There is a lot of space.
When can we make a start?
It’s all ‘God Bless America’, until I’m yours, you’re mine;
The writing recited in Bristol town from Newcastle upon-Tyne,
That long,
With the stars,
To all become realigned;
In the heat of surrounding missiles,
To truly become allies.
In this modern world, are you happy?
What do you desire?
Do you flow inside like a river?
Or do you burn inside like a fire?
We’re so young, no time to wallow, we can throw it on the pyre.
The time is now:
It’ll always be
The shifting, coiling wires,
Of my notebook back in Britain,
Which wrap around the notepad and hold together these pages,
Fragments of my soul whether gone or breathing.
Maybe I can show her.
Someone in Oklahoma.
You say ‘okay’ from Oklahoma
Until we meet again –
We walk alone.
Loners with that Oklahoma