Divine

its far too easy
to get lost in mess
but its just as simple
to reassess

then its far too easy
to loose the slack
almost as easy as it is
to turn your back

but there's a fine wind blowing
that will never touch
the span of your back
you love to show so much

there's nowhere to look
there's nowhere to be
there's nowhere to go
there's nothing to flee

its a feeling
an urge
a divine line
to be free

its beyond
it transcends
its aloof
its crazy

it doesn't matter
then it does
remarks like yuk
so what because

it changes pace
it shakes the wine
its lost in translation
its divine

its rambled nonsense
insistent pause
its cause for armor
unless it does

its unable to hear you
it only speaks
to the man in the mirror
when you're underneath