Christian Connor Schwantes


Fire Light


This is no in-between or American dream
It’s the real things I find around
Not the people in cars or the cats at the bar
It’s the real things I find around
Castles of sand, there is no call or demand
Only you, the me, the we, the free are things I find around
Seeing moonbeams or friendly warm faces
Things that matter most are not technological, philosophical or logical
Things I find around
Simple Simple Simple Simple
Living in clips, fragments of snippets
Things I find around
The way you see it, the way it moves you, the way it hits you, the way it is
So simple its complex
Starts with a feeling then moves to your feet
The real things you’ll find around
Seeing people stand there and bob to the beat
Not gamers, nay-sayer’s, mismatchers, crap players
Just real things you’ll find around

Submitted: Sunday, January 08, 2012
Edited: Monday, January 09, 2012
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