Christmas is coming
the noose is being tied
thank the lord that I am
safe and warm inside,

but you can't hide from the substance
of unintended consequence.

things we wanted
things we wished for
things we don't want
anymore,

I did enough of wishing
fishing for the angles
now I'm waiting for my angel,
to bring me back to home.

But she's out on the peninsula
I wish I had been there with her
******* in the ozone layer
looking at the stars.