******* down fading brains,
Showing up to broken theater shows,
Shaking hands too wet to breathe,
Sinking eyeballs into the deep oil.

Cooler boys rested up on champagne,
Cooped up inside muddled sounds,
Crouching under bright green pathways,
Crumbling stones on tombstones.

Acting up to start a hurricane,
Accepting a life worth living,
Ate all of his supper with gratefulness,
Account for all the crowns left rotting.

Read moss covered signs,
Record voices among trees,
Rescue his passion from a grimy sea,
Receive praise and survive.

End with a bright yellow,
Entrance eyes and more to discover,
Enter with a word in hand,
Escape death with a breath of passion.

Dreaming thoughtfully over miles of land,
Dusk approaches his feet and brightens the night,
Drumming out fears of growing old,
Doors lead to newer worlds that he never believed real.