I move through the streets,
Knowing about:
Confusion
Anxiety
Loneliness
While death hangs a scarlet
Scarf around my neck
And what I feel you can never
Feel this moment
As winter snatches up the good days
I lose the fresh cut of my bravado
It’s like someone I love will
Never think what I think
Nor feel what I feel
And I’m sick from it
I tried to pick the lock
But can’t figure out
The combination
To the day
I stare at eclipses of uncertainty
Dream this
Dream that
Forget
