getting a taste of the good life
is like a dream of everything

i lose and choose my maze
that i crash through
instead of wandering through carefully

doing alright in the things you do
being careful,
that is always true

i am always aware
of just how surreal life can be
the weirdest meanings for normality
different directions
out the seemingly bleak mid week

lost in a stone’s throw away
seen by no one on a fiery day
hounded by sneaky freaks
till they pick my bones
and reveal my soul

rode the train
in faded colours of joy
cynical market forces
forging a ploy