One of the gods told her:

"You're afraid to let go 

cuz you've made something 

so beautiful 

and with so much pain"

It's beautiful that there

are things we do not know

Can't control 

the wave 

only how 

we ride the 

flow

The thought police
don't like me
(tell me whose lives
matter

what words are okay
to say

what books i can read

what to think and breath)

Pushing these machines around
Wer'e all so scared
(we're all so strong)

Spirit machines riding
Ghost highways
broken answers

(dirt rider call home
we lost you in the slipstream
where have your lovers
gone)