Shifting Into Second Gear

the past is wrought

with broken fortitude

and the way to the present

is withered down.

No one knows where to stand,

how to meld again with the land,

and I'm certain now in my eyes

that this chemical divide

is creasing and collapsing

never letting go, but taking over

miss,

when do I get a better part

of this?

This world is getting colder--

lie to me in the setting sun

when we know the world is

one

and done..

it's not a mutual transaction

that we found sweeping 'cross

the nation,

but another broken distaste

mistake

heartbreaks

remain.

how do we fix perforated chambers?

what should I do?

This idea is staying, not to changing,

yet I never want to let

you fall.

even though,

I've already

Let you down.