Flaming streams from the light of your eyes,
Lasers; bullets; blades.
However you want to think of it,
I suppose it’s your choice.

The sea from your lips with every breath you take,
The tide; the waves; the salt
Sour speeches glossed in honey,
It’s your life to live.

The moon and the sun on your fingertips
Day; Night; Day; Night.
You can’t make up your mind,
I guess that’s because you never had one.