Light Seldom Drops On Purple Soil

there is this bitter sweet lemon-aid
clouds run dry creating the fate
for humans who always hate
on something good —

there are the sour souls of lust
deserters only care for dust
their enemies own the trust
of dark emotion —

there is that sin that no-one saw
closed eyes never break the law
instead the evil is in awe
of healthy food —

there are the skins of summer eve
we’re thinking back in grief
would you like to leave
for bright ocean?

here is the purple soil of the purest heart
take my mind and do your part
seriously just be smart
try to think.