chewing away
passing the ill moments spent

is there redemption in the clock
or just dreams mis-sought

wrinkled bed sheets
lines in the skin

pathways to chains
invisible existing
a few words later
and i'm in

open armed bandits
hide in the banks
with plastic & numbers
we all fade to gray

dug a hole too small
and now it overfills
dreams too narrow
for actions so big

the wanton of more
to fill up the spirit
like a balloon
another pair of shoes
will certainly
see me through

the times we stay
tight-lipped
and closed eyed
is just means
to survive

but still
lofty analyze
the whys

i just have to
have faith in some things
and to remember
the first rhythm
was the heart beat