when did I become
Everything I'm running from?

My shirt was too low.
It does not matter
If I fought back
Or said no
I was asking for it,
My shirt was too low.

I know it's late but I have to go
There's some family drama, I'm lying I know
The truth of it is that I can't stay here much longer
My brain is a mess and I think it's my father
I'm just gonna go, although I shouldn't be driving
I smoked too much grass and intoxication is thriving
I found me a spot parked 'neath this neon sign
I'll try to catch a snooze although it's almost waking time
As I drift off in peace in the backseat of my car
the old smoker's cough is a steady to my heart

.
Birthstones
Grave stones
Pebbles in the Stream of Time.

Birthstones
Grave stones
Grains of Sand in the Story of Stone.

© Pagan Paul (04/04/17)

There are
only
two thoughts
in the language
of
our souls,
Fear
and
Love.