I suppose I learned too slow, lifes about just letting go, sutured holes and keeping closed, the simper settled beneath two empty eyes doling out lessons in suffering in every red herring’s dive, the odd numbered train southbound to toward wayne left me staring wide eyed should have done like casey jones; smiled long breathed deep and just stayed inside cause the world I’ve seen through the mezzanine, don’t compare to the diamonds in her eyes, but she floats fickle and fierce with the windy city’s breeze, should have kept content staring at the rocks beneath my feet, but hell someday I’ll be free, moon's rising tomorrow, be good to me.

some words to soften the pillow i suppose.