For better days,
I do contend,
Like breathing chasm's of fears lonely regret,
Tossing and turning,
Down paths belittled drawn stones,

Pony boy saddle up,
Beware the road is already ahead,
And the men all wear their funny hats,

Ice -

Like the vendettas of a broken promises,
Healing is a necessary awareness,

Like poetry forever chosen,
Day's un-ended only still formed