horizon

wires cross the horizon
like music staves on a page
sitting birds fool me as notes
displaying the music of the passing city
discordant and modern
which doesnt suprise me.

this country thrives on discord.
as do we,
what else would we talk about with our friends?
"this is shit"
"shes a bitch"
"this tea tastes like socks"

the problem is that discord confuses people
musically it makes you cover your ears to block it out
but when you realise that its all a joke
all you can do is laugh and take the wave.

so life, mon amour, although you mess around
with musical birds on wires
and the sun blinding me when i wake up
i still smile.
i know i love you and im doing something right,
and it seems you love me too.

as icarus said,
all limits are self imposed.

there is no horizon.