We of the Never never

We with darker eyes
And smaller skies
Have longer memories
And deeper thoughts.

We don't wave and hail the passing planes
Marooned is a frame of mind, of time
This is where the natives have bright white smiles
And daggers for handshakes.

Influence passes in the form of blood soaked tears
Wrenched in those difficult choices of daily life
Expenses can't be calulated in food, its more than that
Extracted in quiet desperation, in strife.

Your fortune can change as you learn
In the shift of the wind
The falling rain
Or someone's choice

Its epic stories hidden just beyond
The gates of the parodies most watched
We of the Never never know these places
And measure the passing sun.