Sweet- something soft to feel
Dangerously close to the edge of the road
A delicate rose
A field
Yet still I remain
Blissfully unaware
Of the time-bomb ticking underneath my dinner chair

Once more, I regress
Nothing more, nothing less

So lay me down where the tile meets the hardwood
And alas I'll admire the warmth of it's boards
For soon there after
Be no laughter
As I fall onto the basement floor

Once more, I regress
Nothing more, nothing less

Sweet- something soft to feel
Dangerously close to the edge of the road
A delicate rose
A field