I don’t believe that I’m the only one.

Stomach sinking deeper than the setting Sun.

Let me follow it down someday,

Give me this chance to get away.

Not far, just a place to be,

Where the troubles

And the struggles

Of this sallow world won’t bother me.

But my head is full of this hope I can’t kill.

It fights in insistence of its own sad existence,

It wants to be honest, and wild

The kind of drop you may only need once.

Maybe, a little rage will save the child.