flow into crescent currents of light
the ever-present harmonic oscillation
intertwined in between the strings of imagination
lay the valley forged by the vibrations' fight

there lies a sea hailed as moments past
wanting of vivid varying views to be visioned at-last
writings woven onto the waves of affection
as an innocent illustrated invitation

a tale of sandy wind crafted waves
aimlessly walking, is what one craves
the soul sought by the meager mind stretched
into it tireless tipped thoughts is etched

beckoned is the turbulent tumbles of wind
blasting away backward,bankrupt ideas pinned
possibilities of new ideas to be dinned

acute heat of the abandoned arid environment
releases the raw rational recognition of refinement
radiance restoring the road to true alignment

cruising through colorful crystalline channels of creation
characterizes the acquired acumen of appreciation
removing the fastened fabric of frustration

drifting through splendid swishing of sand distribution
there enshrined lies the sincere solution
cementing solace in ones absolution

Built by handcrafted hollowing of hope
internally furnished by memento collecting
fueled by a flickering fluctuation
on the road between hope & damnation

Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill
this road is a hard swallowed pill
only kept in-check by ones waning will

Fast enough now to force through the veneer
it might seem that everything is made clear
even faster now, taken over by & driven by fear
far off one sees the ****** horizon
beyond this lies all those who were unwise in
their choice to drive into dusk
the heaping of the hopeless hollowed-out husk

Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill
this road is a hard swallowed pill
only kept in-check by ones waning will

The fastest one can go, past these shallow souls
on the road that tredded through its own soles.
at last one reaches the abyssal plain
it is here where one truly loses vain
that hopelessness caused helps ones dream come to life
the vanguard come only forged from the urge to survive

Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill
this road is a hard swallowed pill
only kept in-check by ones waning will

Speed is suppressed by the sense of ones survival
call it collateral for the creative revival.