a road chosen for an afternoon drive
it's rising and it winds
the dirty glass reflects the light in my eyes
it's burning and it blinds
theres a childs eyes that cry because of lost control
an ocean chosen for a morning swim
there's swelling and there's tides
no cessation for a thirst but to drown on in
theres no one for miles
theres a laden soul thats lost because its all alone
a deck of cards to represent the stars
she says i keep mine too close to my chest
and that these days of chronic malaise and self-effacing claims
they shadow what you love best
theres a heavy heart that melts from her light and airy tone