There's a thrill and you fall into it
again as you forget
Rubberneck contagion
Anxieties in the upper regions
though, no gut disturbance
a strange observation process
-without that hinderance
Hopped up, the witness
Gaze upon a brewing formation
Linger tensions
Fears shoot up from the deep
Like ghosts and demons
Around every corner and
shadowed path
In yr house, when you were young
Still perhaps..
you let it bite and a car pulls up
Single pointed aggression
And we proceed
Such a wonder
Not really
but the feelings
procession of instincts
habitual
And we choose fractions
Be important because we believe
what the F* does that even mean?
Can you go through the process
To figure the dimensions of a form..
Listen for a moment;
He says he's drunk
but really asking to be loved
and miraculously it worked
off he walked to oblivion
if only we had the guts to follow
..I may have gone deeper
Than I can dig, up a figure anyway
But it's never a settled point
So there's always room to play around