sense?

 

 

Why does this have to make sense?

Why do these lines have to be perfect?

You won't hear pure emotion

The s**t inside I fear

Or true desire I hide

I run...run

Railroad tracks, street lamps

Darkened back roads

Blurred in midnight sight

I'll put it in a flow....steady

Never speak actual reality.

 

Author's Note

Cp. 1:26PM Tue 0718 NM outside Prides house, questioning, lone, unsure anymore (Written, Sylph)