Pill You

Lever that pulls the rocket sets off we're lost and the sound is ringing terribly. And who was there, in the sky waiting for the perfect trickle or whisper of time to work it's way onto the path you draw. All bursts of energy, no restraint. A disconnect of plaintive walk-along technology blues, it's not quite hurting to stare. Or I could always state the way your sandal claps against the brittle bottom of your foot. The floor can't stand the taste and you won't waste another day light that spills into your eyes.