Intention and the pegasus both fly
we pull the arrow back and hold the bow
the puffy clouds are rolling through the sky
we understand the why but not the how
let it fly into the air like a bird
shot from a cannon at the brink of war
the road to hell is paved it is not dirt
the movie on the screen is just a bore
commercial suicide is such a flirt
the finest blacktop lines the way for us
we walk awhile then we start to turn
weight cannot be held on a single truss
the architecture sometimes starts to burn
our radical compassion helps us learn