I have never seen a cup half full,
I don't believe that everything will be ok,
I don't believe everyone is equal in intelligence or ability,
I believe that most people ****,

But knowing this I simply shake my head and go on.

We’re tired of the ‘Rona,
the numbers keep on rising,
no one is sure if they are true,
but wearing masks they’re still advising.

We’re tired of the Race Bating,
all the colors can be friends,
but with looting and riots,
there seems to be no end.

We’re tired of law enforcement,
always under attack,
they are here to help all of us
red, brown, yellow, white or black,

We’re tired of the politics,
the far left and the distant right,
a house divided can never stand,
and now mostly out of spite.

We’re tired of offending,
with everything we say,
grow some thicker skin,
or shut up and go away.

We’re tired of the flag burning,
if you don’t like it here then leave,
go back to where you came from, or where you want to be
when you’re gone, just know, that none of us will grieve.

We’re tired of the media lies,
about all these things,
pouring gasoline on the fires,
and tugging all our strings.

If food was simply meant to be fuel
then why are there so many flavors
so people say eat to live
these people do not enjoy life
though they probably live longer

I say live to eat
experience the tastes
salty and sweet
umami too
bitter and ****
try them all

Textures and Temperatures vary
crisp or mushy
cold or hot
stringy, or cubed
liquids or solids
or even terrines

Fruits and vegetables
grains and flowers
leaves and roots
fish, fowl, or ruminant
feet, hooves, or fins
again I say let us eat

Fresh or fermented
brewed or aged
all so different
Experience them

Eat, Drink and be Merry

I watched the clouds converge
white fluffy ones from the south east
dark gray and nasty ones from the north
they met in the sky above me

The wind began to blow its wintry breath
tumbleweeds were awakened from their nap
across the yard they began to run
the vent flap over the stove began to pop

The sun decided to hide from us
and the wind began to sing its song
the chickens went inside the coop
my mood went from good to melancholy

The rest of the day
was dark and gray
as if all hope was lost
and happy feelings blew away.

Lifetimes stream by,
a flash and they are over.
To be reborn again,
in a new body, a new time.

Scars of the past show up as
birthmarks or spots on the new.
if only all that knowledge retained
could be accessed for the future.

Dreams and visions
sometimes give us a glimpse.
Into our past lives and let us see
perhaps how to do better.

Eyeblinks in the time stream.
Souls transferred over and over.
Are we really who we think we are?
If not, who was the first and who am I?

Cheating, lies, and politics,
assaults, rapes, and pain inflict,
swept under the rug for money's sake,
how much more can we all take?

Performance enhancing or recreation,
this likely leads to evil flirtation,
testosterone on the loose,
leads to believe they are like Zeus.

The laws seem to not apply,
as the paychecks climb to the sky,
worshipped by fans that refuse to see,
they are but men like you and me.

Paid to play while we work,
then its ok for them to be jerks,
I think its time for us to all quit,
what would they do if we all split?

Strangled thoughts ricochet around,
screaming silence muted sound,
lost inside the synaptic pulses,
like a myriad of combined song versus.

My feet move unbidden,
to only sounds that are hidden,
deep inside my skull and brain,
falling on me like gentle rain.

after the flames
and a little time and rain
the greenest bit of earth
emerges

It blows through the desert
with nothing to divert
Like a deer running wild
Or a wild rambunctious child

Like a breath in and out
the power in a water spout
Tornado's engine makes it run
the leaves run with it just for fun

It has a name
and you know its game
To chap, chafe and burn
you have felt it spurn

Your attempts to tame
are all in vain
But live through, you must
or it will make you feel trussed

The name is ventus ictus
You cannot restrict us.

The here and now is often lost
in tomorrows hopes and dreams
c'est la vie, that we lead
though carpe diem is what we need

Is today simply a prelude
of what may be ahead
or should we live it to its fullest
or waste it planning instead

The flowing seasons
flavored monthly
by holidays and gatherings
food shared
drinks and libations
conversations

The ever spinning
hands of time
and the turning
calendar's page
experiences from which to learn
while coming of age

Sweetness of new births
the bitter pith of death
sour pucker of unwanted change
the sticky sweet caramel of
making love

Plans have been made
Rooms have been booked
The boat is finally ready
Start tying on hooks

The guys are excited
Will see them all soon
Port O'Connor get ready
Were gonna fish your lagoon

Also your bays
And maybe your jetties
Maybe the surf
Flounder gigging, get ready

Sometimes a camera cannot capture
the true beauty of a moment
a poets prose pales beside reality
a painting rarely shows the absolute visage
sometimes a memory is all we have
and it unfortunately fades over time.

Mesmerized by swirling lights,
kaleidoscopic colors flash,
reflections of silvered mirrors
simply add to the confusion.

Lurking clowns with orange hair,
crawl amongst the shadows,
waiting in ambush,
armed with terrifying laughter.

Slippery slides and trap doors,
lead to fearful passageways,
a labyrinth of neon trees,
roamed by purple minotaurs.

Helixes of pink and yellow,
spin baffling the mind,
tables and chairs on the floor,
but we walk upon the ceiling.

Jets of air blast through the floor,
surprising and delighting,
and suddenly the door opens,
and real life rushes in.

Darkness reigns as night falls,
the sounds change hushed now,
secrets from the day reveal themselves,
pinpricks of starlight attract the eye.

Movement in the periphery,
disappears when looked for,
imagined creatures and demons,
move along with the actual evil.

Silence, a blanket covering,
ripped open by the coyotes,
their howls create a flight response,
though they are further away than they sound.

Campfire light flares,
sending the night oozing for shadows,
the flickering fire creating it's own
dancing creatures, just outside the ring of light.

Gravel crunches on the road,
as headlight eyes peer ahead,
disappearing around the curve,
leaving red lights and wondering who is roaming the night.

Glowing eyes appear,
tapetum reflections of gold,
jack rabbit ears raise,
as it skirts the fire light.

I close my eyes and drift to sleep,
tent fly open to the sky,
when my eyes open again,
the sun greets me with morning.

Curvy country roads
let me lighten my load,
Texas hill country is the plan,
truck windows down, all the way to
Concan.

Cold Frio river,
makes us all shiver,
inner tubing it all the way down,
Bluetooth speaker jammin' country sounds.

Floating cooler tied to me,
easing down river feeling free,
Texas flag and camo bikinis
just like wishes from a genie.

Cause you got to get away,
pick a weekend and go play,
leave your inhibitions, be wild and free,
making memories you and me.

Rope swing dangles in the wind,
swinging out and jumping in,
Ice cold beer and Josh Abbot Band,
my redhead girl, we're hand in hand.

Hill country sunset, hidden by trees,
orange, pink and blues, a sight to see,
perfect weather, nothing missing,
end the day with some kissing.

What makes you happy,
what makes you whole,
what fills the cracks in your soul?

Is it music, if so what tune,
a favorite meal or kind of pie,
what movie brings a tear to your eye?

What makes you you, do you know
do you have a favorite place,
what do you wear, denim or lace?

Do like the waters edge,
or do you prefer the mountain snow,
do you even really know?

Do you like a hair color,
Maybe you have a type,
Or do you make your own way, or follow the hype?

When you're in the car
do you drive or do you ride,
What makes you happy, or swell with pride?

If you do not know,  take a look inside,
you need to know yourself for true,
it the only way to be actually you.

Spicy and sweet,
warm and moist,
cinnamon and nutmeg,
sugar and cream cheese.
swirling vortices streaked with vanilla.

Titillating tongue taste buds,
travel a tasty turning trail,
roaming whipped edges,
and plunging into fluffiness,
exploring extravagance.

The plate now empty,
disappointing want,
but secretly satiated and satisfied,
the sweet and spicy glaze remains,
coating memories in the mouth.

Cooler Corona incognito
No glass on the beach
red solo cup full
lime in my hand
as I salt the rim
beckoning beach

Spume on the waves
Head on my beer
I just stare
at bikini girls rear.

While it is hot
and my mouth was dry
the scene is enough
let salivation fly

Sweet fluids tasted
in the honeyed flow
souls entwined
and spirits glow


thirst quenched.

Looking for a port of call
a slot in a marina stall
park my boat
and as it floats

I will walk
and find a talk
with someone who is new
share a meal, something to chew

discover myself in their eyes
destroy all my selfish lies
understand that I am me
just look, anyone can see

So no more will I hide
on my boat, for long rides
Now my boat will be shared
on afternoons, with those that care

Dishwater Blonde with blue highlights
white tube top and blue jeans
dusty black cowboy boots
looks like life's been hard and mean

Tattooed flowers on twin vines sprouting
from her cleavage and working out
toward bony shoulders
in opposite directions

Sun tanned skin and freckles
looking way older than she is
cigarette between her lips
as she walks to her car

Life's choices
additive effects
steal youth and beauty
prematurely

Take my cup
Fill it up
Seagram's seven 7up

See a girl, take a chance
Ask her for a little dance
It might end in romance

Love her curves
Watch her swerve
She's way more than I deserve

We dance around
To hickhop sound
She drops it low down to the ground

Cut a rug all night long
We don't skip a single song
Band slows down she holds me strong

Ask her, girl where have you been?
She just winks at me and grins
Headed toward a night of sin?

Last song, soft and slow
I am lost inside our flow
Lights come on, it's time to go

She kisses me on the cheek
She blushes red and looks weak
Grins at me and starts to speak

I'm sorry, she says with a frown
My Husbands deployed on foreign ground
I needed a night to get unwound

I tip my hat and say my pleasure
This is a memory I'll treasure
send some prayers for good measure

A little peck, and she walks away
I think about her to this day
For the troops, again I'll pray

frozen feelings coalesced
icicled emotions hang
waiting for the sun or wind
that she can be

to thaw them
or shear them
to drop and shatter
into infinity

her warming soul
but frigid nature
keeps my seasons
changing

her fiery beauty
heats me up
and she walks away
tilting axis, changing weather

Darkness drips in dollops
spreading behind things
stretching out long
as sun light gets short

Crickets and poor will
hold the suns hand
and sing
it's nightly exit song

Moon rise casts another kind
black as pitch
but with silvery edges
sensationally ominous

Accompanied by the sound
of a lone coyotes
mournful drawn out
hooooowwwwwllllll

Motion now
quick movements
so fast you question
whether you see anything

Pulsating shadows
creep eerily
as the moon
transits the sky

Stars twinkle happily
in stark contrast
to the fear
of the night

Transforming shadows
in the minds eye
to bony hands
and apparitions of a dangerous man

From Tycho's crater on the moon,
looking at the blue Earth, I swoon,
comets burn across the sky,
where planets and the sun, do fly.

Mercury races with flaming wings
on its surface, heat it stings,
liquid metal in swollen pools
heat and pressure create jewels.

Our red cousin where rovers roam,
perhaps someday we will call it home,
melting water at its poles,
terraforming Hawking extolls.

The swirling storm of Jupiter's eye,
the swirling clouds of the Venus sky,
icy bands engage around Saturn,
stars light the darkness as a lantern.

Deeper out Uranus and Neptune,
into the blackness, we enter soon,
out past Pluto and sister Charon,
where the system, just gets barren.

Into the darkness, the unknown,
it may be where God hides his throne,
or it might just be only dark matter,
but one day soon, like seeds we'll scatter.

Volunteering is hard to do
especially when you are under view
of other parents who never help
but nonetheless, you help their whelp.

Along with your child as well
to do whatever sport or activity swell
you work hard and give your time
you may even hurt your spine.

Raking, shoveling, loading, and moving
so your kid and others can play ball or shooting
baseball, football, Softball, soccer
dancing, cheering so many a blur.

Volunteers up late at night making plans
hauling equipment around in vans
writing schedules is a pain
and no matter what somebody’ll complain.

Have a meeting same folks there
those same people are all that care
it seems every year other parents just complain
they do not care to share our pain.

And come help and make it better
but they are the first ones to write a letter
to the paper or our group
telling us that our work is ****.

Or worse words often times
they act as if we committed a crime
against them or their kids
but without us, the programs would be on the skids.

With no one else to help us out,
we do our best without a doubt
are there people who do wrong?
stacking teams so they are strong.

Yes some, but not all organizations are that way
some just want the kids to play
and be the best they possibly can
but all we hear from the stands.

Is negativity all the time
those people didn’t even offer a dime
if you coach or administrate
a league or work the gate.

Or even in the concession stand
I believe you deserve a hand.
if you do not like how some things run
then volunteer and have some fun.

You might learn why some things are
be willing to help and you’ll go far
in making the groups run better
just by being a go getter.

Offer new opinions and you will see
most groups will listen willingly
so come in with an open mind
make some suggestions and you will find.

Outsiders are welcome to the pack
help keep our group on track
to meet kids needs no matter what
straight complaining matters not.

So be an aider
not a complainer
volunteer some time
and you will find.

That the people you often hate
just need help to administrate
those people may become your friends
it’s on you to make amends.

Blue and white and lots of green,
filling up the two-track scene,
deep in Texas in the spring,
so many memories do this bring.

From the lips of ancients,
words unheard,
carved into tablets of clay,
and walls of stone.

Hieroglyphics and petroglyphs,
Sanskrit scratches like from a chicken,
in the dust off a picked over yard,
unintelligible, but fascinating.

Deciphering takes time,
time is everlasting,
suddenly a keyword is found,
opening the meanings.

The poetry of your heart,
to me is no longer a conundrum,
understanding is mine,
love is mine.

Time was not friendly,
but what was put in,
is worth every tear and sweet drop,
tenfold of what was received.

Moonlight gleams
Off granite slabs
Lost in dreams
Of hands that grab

Skeletal fingers
Push up through dirt
Thoughts that linger
Fear that flirts

Panic on edge
Clouds darken the sky
I skirt the edge
And hope not to fly

Off the handle
Moon emerges bright
Try to avoid scandal
On this cemetary night

came to drop flowers for a friend
But every sound
Could be my end
As I go to ground

Back to the car
And go to leave
When I notice the stars
And then I can breathe

Jump ropes and butterfly nets
it's about as good as it gets
when you are a country child
alive in summer and running wild

Afternoon sun and swimming pools
Coca cola shades, man I'm cool
flirting with the girl down the street
like ice cream she is a treat

Bicycle riding all over the place
dreams of girls lingerie laced
imaginations sometimes shared
occasionally a soul was bared

More times though a glove and ball
or climbing on top of the horse stall
a rod and reel, or maybe a kite
never came home till time for a bite

It was a different time a different age
life was written on a paper page
no cell phones, no computer screens
life was simple, if you know what I mean

Girls laying out,
a sight you can't forget,
oily and shiny,
see the beads of sweat.

Laying on her stomach,
she's not trying to hide,
Confederate bikini,
strings untied.

Hair *******,
she gives it a shake,
decides it's hot,
takes a dip in the lake.

Glad I'm from the south,
all hail that flag,
swaying her hips,
with so much swag.

Rubbing on lotion
that SPF thirty,
a smile and a wink,
she's feeling flirty.

I hold up a glass,
full of margarita,
she sashays over,
one hot seniorita.

Sun freckled face
breaks out in a smile,
gives me a kiss,
that drives me wild.

Would I like to live with a tube connected to me?
Whether feeding or breathing, a problem I can see
If it is temporary and, I can be me again soon
Then it is okay and you and I are in tune
But if it will be for life, then no life it would be
No longer able to do the things I like, no longer would be me
If I could still fish and hunt and watch my kids grow
If I cannot, then a tube is not the way to go
Gather round and tell me bye and know that I love you
Wife and kids and family and friends, I know there are a few
Let me go because the quality is more important than the life itself
Find my last good picture, remember me upon the shelf.
Cremate me and scatter my ashes around my favorite fishing hole
My memorial in the ground could be a fishing pole
With a sign that reads, scattered here a husband, dad and a fisherman
Know that these are my wishes, now you have a plan
Do it once and don’t come back unless it is to fish
Remember me when having fun, it is my only wish

With my claw hammer
I pry out the label
releasing the love
that is trapped in side

I crack the hard shell
created by the
crassness of others
with lies and deceit

With a brush of my hand
and the press of my lips
I sweep away the remnants
and release the angel beneath

Stepping into the light
emotions renewed
ready to try love
with no labels

The sun kissed the day,
tangerine smooches,
creating ocean breezes,
aquamarine reflections.

Capped white and reflecting,
as she climbed in the sky,
golden light bringing life,
from far away space.

Creating photosynthetic greens,
and bipedal dreams,
roaming and evolving,
yet destroying.

Mother nature's mistake.
trust.
trust for her creations,
to take care of her.

Condensation
Dripping drops
Fog the shower door

Hiding the beauty within
Tan lines
Humble curves

A view
I love to take in
Soapy masterpiece

A museum piece
Hidden in the back
How can I see

I peck at the door
A fist stripe clear spot
Appears at eye level

Staring through
Like a knot hole in a fence
At the scene inside

Do you hear a distant train?
or maybe the pitter patter of rain
the giggling of a small child
breathy whispers to drive you wild

Do you hear a distant beat
that seeks out and moves your feet
the burbling of a forest brook
or the flipping pages of a book

Do you hear a honking horn
or singing on the day you're born
the whirring of a ceiling fan
a rock being shaken in a can

How about a barking dog
or a chainsaw through a log
the sound of crowds scream and cheer
the pop and fizz from a can of beer

Do you hear a contented sigh
or catcalls as you walk by
what about the birds that sing
or the church bells loudly ring

I hear the call of my pillow
and the wind through the weeping willow
the crickets sing a lullaby
as the day and evening say goodbye

Crazy is just a flavor of the mind
it brings joy to some
puts others in a bind
what have I become

Binding a simple task
straitjackets come in every size
not so my Lector mask
crazy in my eyes

Thoughts of brains and beans
served with chianti wine
in my soul, hear the screams
so for now I pay the fine

Clarise, Clarise,
you never understood
ridding the world of fools,
doing all I could

Wearing others skin
to escape who I am
my sanity worn thin
channeling son of sam

It's not a crime, in my mind
thinning of the pool
excising the unworthy
a scalpel, as my tool

Genetic options thinned
much like culling the herd
their meat has been tinned
inner voices have me spurred

So for now, I have escaped
I am loose and on the run
eating who I choose
being chased by dudes with guns

In the end
when all is said and done
Crazy, just a word
another one, for fun

Angels haunt my nightmares
ghosts inhabit the church
truths mixed in my dares
found but continue to search

Sand in my bed
sheets on the beach
hands inside my head
explore the outer reach

Vacuum blows
the fan *****
the rocks flow
the rivers stuck

Frozen summer
bikini ******
dry in spring
deviant things

Water gun full of tequila
another filled with lime,
bug shooter full of salt,
open your mouth it'll be fine.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Shooting out drinks,
talking and mingling,
my face went numb,
and my hands are tingling.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Active shooters come round again,
victims with mouths open wide,
the night goes on they begin to fall,
see them on the day's other side.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Frizzled and fried
emotions on high
a breathe on my trigger

My wit has been sharpened
my tongue has been honed
my pen, extended and ready

Focused rage becomes
pinpoint laser burns
pixelated words

Lyrical tirades flow forth
to enchant the true believers
and to gut the haters

Which one shall you be?

Walking inside, you know it is going to be good
a swaying drunk buxom blonde, grinning ear to ear,
a baby possum in her hand, as she slurs and shows it off,
she is walking out, cause they don't want it inside.

Inside dark shadows, pierced by neon signs,
the clack of pool ***** and the eyes of locals,
the "mayor" sits at the end of the table
greets us as we belly up.

Staggers over a beer in hand with stories on his mind
shakes our hands and regales us with memories unbidden,
of a dancing beauty in a slinky dress, playing the violin,
as he acts out the memory of a concert in his youth.

A double crown and coke, and other drinks around
waiting for the barmaid struggling with amaretto sours,
a toast to being here, and having a good time,
echoed by the locals, as the "mayor" tells us that's why we're here.

We finish our drinks, and it's time to go,
but they wish we would stay,
I shake some hands out the door,
as the jukebox plays out unknown old music.

In the parking lot, possum girl, and her husband
argue, he says it's time to go home right now,
she has other plans, we want to stay and watch
but have things to do, we wave as we drive away.

Rattlesnakes crawl under mesquites,
leaflets wiggle in the wind,
wild turkeys call in the distance,
bringing me back again and again.

The baa of sheep and the bovine bellows,
as evening falls, crickets chime in,
low fire crackles, for the sound more than heat,
hoping that the weekend won't end.

Bobwhites call in fading light,
nighthawks and whippoorwills also speak,
eighteen wheels whine in the distance,
reality into my world just leaked.

Coyotes call as jackrabbits run,
the final darkness has blanketed light,
the stars all shine, not a cloud blows by,
on the central Texas springtime night.

Speedometer says 90,
on the dark back road,
West Texas desert,
wild seeds about to be sowed.

Koe Wetzel, sings on,
as the radio plays,
pull into the bar ditch,
for the next phase.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Her bra on the mirror,
******* thrown in the floor,
blue jeans tossed out the window,
and ready for more.

Exploring each other,
like wild stallions stampede,
all of our passion is,
fast and buried.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Jack Daniels from the bottle,
as the stars shine up outside,
we saddle up
for another quick ride.

Red and Blue lights speed by,
she gives out a gasp,
they pass on by,
I mash down the gas.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

We gather it all up,
and get out of here,
gravel flies,
as I jam it in gear.

Back on the highway,
Aaron Watson, he sings,
we drive from the sunrise,
see what this day brings.

Carry me caravan, take me away
I quickly outran, so I could escape
to the crystal ship that's being filled with
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time

On board and safely to sea
the sunset is something to see
girls and drinks and gambling
don't mean that much to me
cause my soul is deviling

The one I love, I left on land
I am sure she walks the sand
of the beach looking out to sea
I hear her heart calling out to me
How I long to hold her hand

But for now I must lay low
the years, I'm sure, will go by slow
Perhaps she will wait for me
or maybe come and look for me
I love her, I hope she knows

Watch out for hawks
out on the stalk
looking for the meek
ready to prey upon the weak

Piranhas walk on two feet
looking for fear in those they meet
searching for those to exploit
at this they are quite adroit

Failed

Got a pile of spent brass all around me,
verbal bullets fired way too free,
little things pull my trigger fast,
no wonder my relationships never last.

That bridge has burned
that ship has sailed
this bird has flown
at being friends, I have failed

Quick to anger and to cast blame
later on I always feel ashamed,
can't say I'm sorry, way to proud
wish my mouth wouldn't shout, out  that loud.

Never learned to let some things go
all my opinions I just let flow,
don't care to much what others think,
that's why I'm alone, while I sip this drink.

That bridge has burned
that ship has sailed
this bird has flown
at being friends, I have failed

Now I'm picking up brass, but won't reload,
thinking about apologies that I owe,
to all of you I never meant to be mean
but in a mirror, myself, I have seen.

That bridge has burned
that ship has sailed
this bird has flown
at being friends, I have failed.

We have no prime directive
We assimilate or enslave
Have driven many races
Right into their graves

Hyperspeed and wormholes
Allow us to explore
Looking for races
Already at war

We thrive on their fear
Psychic energy abounds
We help with both destruction
And run them into the ground

Asteroid launchers
Photon torpedos
Even rays and waves
That destroys their libido

You cannot run
You cannot hide
You cannot defeat
We stand, grinning snide

The empire is part of us
So are the hutts
The empire is our muscle
We let them kick their butts

We span all the universes
And dominate them all
You may call us
The ever lasting thrall

Beauty shined upon
With early morning light
Streaming through the blinds
Illuminating bright

Mirrored reflections
Infinity of sight
In her glasses lenses
I can see into her night

She sits there silent
I can see the thoughts inside
As laced light holds her
Wish I was by her side

Photons kiss her lips
And caress straight down her chest
Or is the light there
From her heart, that is the best

I survived the ferryman,
swindled him out of the ride,
I simply used against him,
his own ego and his pride.

Upon this island now,
I see a lighthouse standing,
the keeper is inside,
I hear is quite demanding.

Though his house is unsturdy,
it's foundation made of chalk,
he sways with the waves,
impressive is his walk.

Pegasus waits patiently
on the swaying deck,
the waves begin to build,
the lighthouse they will wreck.

I climb the stairs and see the man,
waiting there for me,
dressed in robes and sandals,
quite a sight to see.

He says come with me,
and mounts the horse,
his wings spread out wide,
the lighthouse begins to crumble
but I decline to ride.

I jump into the air,
expecting to drown and die,
but I'm given no choice,
as dangling, I now fly.

A strong hand grips my collar,
as the water and land, slide by below,
I ask where we are going,
he says no need to know.