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.