To see....
past
the sea-saw
of drizzling
rain
Can't ride upon
the wet
and saturated.

Only un-comfort
of the fair
of those
horrifying
clowns with smiles
like a hack-saw
upon their faces.

I won't enter
the hall of mirrors
they lie
and they make me fear
my own inhibitions.....

Questions?

Illuminate and be left to dusk
when the dark wraps eyes
and maybe run but......
They'll be the ones running....
In the dark of their silence

Don't die today,
its a simple of my voice.
I can't handle another
I now keep away
from those of no choices,
I've seen enough death

I can't keep you near
if you are leaving me,
I won't be so close
I can't handle

The rain may come but be a hurricane
and my anguish of my sharp felt losses
No- I'm not a trip wire into the fine,
and the red can't exploit of the wine.....

Its a driving instrument
a car, its the most
happiness
and worth the cost
of your student loans
and bank account.....
You don't need love,
just drive to beautiful
scenery
and
past the prettiness
of the country side.