Reach
Knives cut it
All out before
What we find
Is never sure
Clang of
Car doors
Crash of lips soar
This fualt feels sure
Damn —
nation drags us down
What is a king with out
his crown
Sweet streets drip with sentiment
An illiteration can nver equip
rhymes with times
rhymes of kinds
rhymes falling to lions
Take us down
ground beneath your feet
no weary can meet
this space the feet may never reach
Let me see
what I wanna be
over mounds
im stuck
Open to free,
lashed to the concrete.
Tuck me
Down,
to this struggle
In times
I don’t want to meet.
