Let Me See What Happens

it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight

-s's.

I lean in where I see you sway

whatever it is, I got to pave

many tunnels many hours

feels so sleepy, feels quite sour

I'll hand what you got in, at the

end

-s's.

i forgot my redwood

dream up north

obscene, silhouette trees

Gazing downward carefully

how can I escape just enough

that I won’t be able to recognize anything

I saw me from behind

watching you on, but from afar

I wouldn't have known, If I should choose to go

Someone make my mind up for me,

Somehow.

-s's.

disillusioned by folk

belittled by war

where it comes behind

it will surely go

-s’s.

little scenes and pieces of the

audio visual cool girl

scatter into the screen

with hues of purple light blinding her machines

paths and documents and crowds and rejections

brilliantly laid out, a world of nonfiction

will she ever surmount to the crazy idle teen

but I know most times it never hurts for her to try, however alone she might be

just take me, then

take me, then

Don’t ask me when

And all I wanted,

Was the dime of a dozen

Fully brazen, fire in the making

Truly, all I wanted was

Something awaiting

me

you should know by now what a liar i can be, with two fingers crossed and whispering to you goodnight and sweet dreams, while i resist sleep in favor of picturing what tomorrow's abrupt entrance may bring—

what strength the dusty wind will blow with, what color of light the radiant sun will shine, what striking songs the birds will choose to sing,

or whether this heaviness will still weigh my life's sins on my heart and my mind,

and, maybe, what words from you will greet, from behind a waking veil, these still-sleepy morn eyes;

if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,

Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto

-s’s.

a troubadour regrets,

I listen to her music

and watch her pray

about the things

she let in too late

Too late.

-s's.