The tubes in your heart

Across a lifetime of events emotions spew
all suburbs in a city of you
All trendy must have colorful clothes
adorned staircases, attempting high flight over low woes
promises of something better bigger brighter

And then there is me trying to heal your cut
catching a wave in the sea of your blood
it carries me into the tubes of your heart
passing through all of those suburbs alarmed
almost no room to grow the love farm

Then i´m suddenly pumped out into the pasture
of one of the dreams you fertilize with desire pure
Wants and needs beyond food and shelter and bills to pay
A supply of love to clean your heart´s narrow highways
And me in your suburb eating holes out sideways
The way a mouse in a cheese factory plays