Whirlwind, Sky is grey, Then the sun Emerges some, And it’s a beautiful day. Windows down, Listening to That song, The one that’s Always on. Makes me think Of an idea, Ever fleeting…
Long lost melody, Repeating… Emotions always bleeding.
Ending Before Beginning. Vertical lines, Confine Trees of shadowy green. Sidelines to the street.
Waiting for A unicorn, To appear.
Maybe you’re right. There is no such thing, In this life As fantastical tales Come to life, Because there is always A dark side We hide.