i know i gotta go,
i know time will slide,
and yes, i know i'll regret it

my body can't seem be
moving,
at least, i think
my mind is an engine

a voice,
so familiar,
cold and dull
echoes and echoes
- sorry kiddo,
this driveway is closed,
it need reconstruction,
the cracks form
images
it's narrow,
from A to B
strictly linear,
just deeper
and deeper..

it goes in circles.
constantly.
finding new ways to
cause stir