people they have hobbies me i like to fish

maybe if im lucky catch a tasty dish

it is so relaxing as peaceful as can be

passes on the time makes life seem so free.



sitting by the stream underneath the sun

happy as can be having fishing fun

passng on the hours waiting for a bite

just to go out fishing fills me with delight.

Cater to the last breath of me
I need it
I'm sorry

Take me for granted later
I swear Ill be here for that

When is it
Where are you
I need you to look at my wicked darkness

I ened you to see
What's underneath
This cloak of gold

I don't want to see myself anymore
I just want to twokroutside of mnyself
Isn't that the way it's supposed to be

Who says though
Who says that's the way
There is a through line of this madness
A passerby quality that
Allows me to connect

Me to you

And I want to

I want to see you on the passng pedestal
The rearing bus
The skyward glance in muscular tubes
In train yard degradation

In smiles through the drive through

I want to see you through all of you

I want to scream into the night
And be met with scream back

Your absent hours are beginning to
Take a toll on me
And they are beginning

To take a toll on you

I see it in your gait - sideways and forlorn

We cannot wait for love
For love
Does not wait for we

There is no beckoning for the ******
There is no call to the sea or land
There is just us, a waiting for direction
Lo'
Guidance has no spur
Save from within