Missing links everywhere,
Little explosions of fear,
Manipulations ripped open and stripped bare,
Overexposure triggering fale tears,
Night ponderings,

The sleep isn’t good here,
Nights are better spent in long stares,
Air taxis, buses, and jets glare,
Very little care, not the dirty type, just your share,
Just scatterings,

It should be more,
All thus freedom to be and move about,
The wounds are deep, every new one,
The old ones are just story,
Leaving some behind also makes it worse,
Makes it a slow climb,
A even slower decline,

So bounce a little,
Coconut rum and a bolt,
Lightning in cans and bottles,
Loosen and grip better,
Accept the path as it is, and enjoy the hike,
There’s lost lucky charms and rainbow droppings,
A joyride and honeydew waiting …