nights that arrive like breaking glass mood,
exhausting the last breaths of the day,
while cold creeps into the air once again,
like a clock that warns of time passing and
you know my hunger is notorious,
can’t stop driving forward until i get there,
letting occasions crash together like meat hitting flame,
allowed secrets in a pure business agreement,
seems to be a weakness of evil politics but
stops the advancement of people who should rise up,
insiders exist in every industry yet
coming into that tent is an odd experience,
don’t think you can remain the same when you do that,
and there is no way you can recreate
these magical moments that only happen once,
ending the misery of life’s standard monotony is time with you
jaybeasley2 