Species of fishes galore

dusty mirrors won't see the pain-- into the air goes voltage of heart
and at last, only a few will be with you, when the forest's gone and the shooting range starts
those born with foam on their lips, will stomp on your flame
live in the clouds if you want to fly; if you like to walk--run away

curious, what's the final score?
and isn't it too early to stick your nose from the hole?
and will we last long enough to get past hors d'oeuvre? but so far we are just
SPECIES OF FISHES GALORE
SPECIES OF FISHES GALORE

laddermaster is at the helm--but the stairway is only for tired ones
and his pedestal is of no use to us, living among the stars
the early arrivals will leave alone--time will punish its slaves
those who made it to the picnic will forget them,
 just like flower of spikes forgets
 
rivers tiredly fall into seas: repetition of fate is the law
we will walk on a spiral towards the dawn's bliss, walk from illusions towards the peace..