I enter these exits expecting tunnel’s light,
crashing into circular halls instead.
I’ve lost my head in thought’s arena.

Chased by words that miss the meaning;
second glance confirms the seeming.
All the darkness comes a’ beaming in the stead.

Subpoenaed to the stand,
I’ll only float where I can land.
In these cuffs, innocence remains a crime.

Can’t break the code to get a deal.
Won’t sell out heart to stack the wheels.
Could never rollout half a meal to feed this mind.

The chimes are ringing.
Fate comes stinging, listening closely for the
singing of the whispers to all my quiet joys.

Priming hard, I know it’s coming
-disregard for all the loving-
and the haters… they will dance outside my cell.

Laughter stretches hairs on end;
all that push and still no bend.
Gentle frame will crush your game out on the yard.

Go ahead and grip me tighter;
siren sounds, but there’s no lighter.
Here’s a flame that always burns into the night.

Don’t need a door, ceilings and floors
blown out by words no one ignores;
even though, a single one I’ve yet to write.

That’s right, I’m in your face
’cause only I control this space and
I am flexing for the breaking of your hold.

Perilous lyrics soon to drop,
leaving you cold beneath these rocks.
My pen is cocked and, writer’s block, I see your soul.