Downed power lines by the side of the highway.
I am riding home to you with a secret in my mouth and an aching in my body from a feeling I'd forgotten, and there's something in my mind I can't hold onto for much longer...
Saw a hawk circling up above me, wild rabbits in the fields, foraging for dewy greens.
And the sounds of the highway harmonize with all the insects, and the melody they make is a sick and bitter grey.
And he said, "Your magic is cheap and ineffectual.
Your magic is like pearls before swine.
Your magic, it is trite and useless.
Your magic, it will cower before mine."