schrei.

lost balance.
fallen from piano keyed grass
slipping through smiling sunshine skies
to dessert wastelands of promising naivety
fingers flailing, grasping to catch the whimsy white whirls
landing in the driver's seat of a new car speeding
down a broken one way highway
with bits of life; what could've been/what will be
blended and splattered on the windshield
flash over to the passenger seat
no longer a cricket, but your favorite love/hate relationship
psychosomatic: the new romantic
dirty converse on the dashboard
painted jeans, thumb-holed hoodie
headphones echoing musical silence
the sky's boundless limit
but the road inevitably comes to an end
its only still morning
but we're already running low on the midnight oil
the drive home to comfort
will take til the calendar business' end
with the obligated stops
but we'll see where the car runs out of gas
with this 2*r attitude
trapped in (un)happily (never)after

tell me where im going and ill tell you where im at
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