Caught between time and transit
She tries to muse the ghost
Out of sage like banter
We both belived love was a cancer
Cookie cut
Like plot lines in smut
We are gluttens for punishment
Being ever so full
On humble pie
Now wiping the dirt from my eye
She tells me to take what’s mine
And its trials and tribulations
With no congradulations
Or even a heaven for saving
And I wouldn’t say it rains all day
But sometimes the clouds do come in
And you have to wade through them
Like tiddle waves and pave the way
Into the grey oblivion
A slow retirment
In a fast car
From the chaos
To fishing peacfull streams
Piercing fish faces
And it all seems for nothing
But sometimes a smile
Makes up for the
Clouds and muddy banks
And you say thanks to something
Even if its nothing
Knowing the rain will one day
Go away
Disapaiting and reinflating the clouds
And now its comming down
And I have heard that the big white lie
In the sky likes to drink
When he does he pours
Lighting crashes down
And he is setteling scores
That’s where we differ
I require something stiffer
The soft glimmer
And sincere shimmer
Of eyes
Behind a brilliant
Smile.