could I yearn for something more?
he said, heading to the store.
he was thoughts of stability,
but always picked up the pieces.
was this his curse for his eyes?
he mused, not yet burnt out from tries,
and what could I give, I hadn't before?
as he slammed the car door.
it was funny to him that he was already here,
and grinned a bit, hoping one might think it queer
and went in to pay for gas.
wondering why life was quick to pass,
and driving again, that was fast.

this seemed to be a daily thing,
living inside an open brain
while colors and stonework is nice
I cannot seem to stay outside,
again he said, getting ready for bed,
it had already been another day.