Blamed cant tell at a second glance to have thought for a minute did it cant take it back so what now? i stand and for where? i might travel and die to lay and forget the blueish sky with my hands and eyes that see my life that must start or end with a atom hydrogen bomb explodes and wipes out my thoughts and recollections that have and havent existed yet cant comprehend the jazz sax that wails a GIT DOWN DOG! YOU DONT BELONG UP HERE! pushes me off and smacks my arm with a ruler and history novel knocks sense into my bones break CRACK! tie em up with some red yarn and crochet dead skin cells so i can stay warm or else freeze on the side of the road dead ends probably cause its too lazy to go up the hill and scrutinize