I'm driving through Emotion Land
I feel the stomach
and vomit
others and my own diseases
To define mistakes can please the mind
but it don't release it
so
I'm driving through a dead terrain
I know I'll cry at just one small glimpse
of something sane
The pressure in the engine and
the pressure in the tires
is holding me
constantly on a thread of spinning time and spirit
perhaps
it's even silver or silk in it
Right now the curve made the engine slow
Soon
the black asphalt slopes so the machinery again
will easily roll
I roll over black
I roll under blue
Instinctively
I know what road to choose
)
