I'm jealous of that needle in ways misunderstood,
how close it got to your heart and why I never could,
I'm angry at your tattoos in ways that un attract -
how each day that black and gray can lay across your back,

fearful of this metronome's consistency with our weather - patters.
All the clock seconds we never spent together - after.
I never sent this letter, yet I wonder if you hear it,
And if time is non linear then how I feel you in my spirit.

projected memories with postured prayers of approval,
the contrast of a Compass and cascades of confusion,
I dream of you waking up to tell me that
you found your destination and you made it past the illusions.

and please tell me that, you did what you had to do because you made our mother cry; for that I'm mad at you,
you went to sleep forever and not once felt it
and I ask myself why? Why you had to be so selfish?

Who am I to judge though? I am anything but perfect,
explosions in the sky sometimes I try to find a purpose,
that same sky at night I lay awake in search
but the overlaying clouds are closing in distortion of observance

Black holes tugging at your life force, love sick potion would you die for it? La di da ride or die party through the night, if Heaven was for sale would you buy some more? Let's hurry up because were running out of time let your souls  ascension extend on the dotted line, Silver lines in our eyes I'm mere disguises, it's like we're always missing something running out of time