Prepared but still run over
And made to hide how you really feel
While the past is curling a flame
Around your toes and
The present is squealing tires on your back
After the past few months of
Aggressive pursuit and shifty possessiveness
During a collected hate of being alone
But many ways to avoid people you know
Even if there is only one day left
In the last week of the year, my dear
Yet here you are, not bearing your soul
Until you think that your life is perfect
And you haven’t got enough places to
Sneak into to get away from all the
Poison the future has in store for you
And then this dog will have its bite
While a broken heart heals without any
Help or assistance left in the county
Or a job taking the following for a ride
Off the cliff
Into the ocean