like dogs running
through frozen fields
like february sunlight on
dirty ice
blue skies cut by powerlines and
dying gods left where they lie
abandoned factories
and empty warehouses
this is the place
meaningless words casting
distorted shadows and you w/ a
full tank of gas
you w/ a loaded shotgun
the last 20 years of yr life
spent turning in the
wrong direction
choosing not to choose
closing yr eyes whenever
the crucial moment
came near
