unable to Fathom-

Unable to fathom
This Moorish existence triumph & we are none
Barley able to cast off these dark shadows of the smoking gun
I awake much too late for idyll speech
The darkness hardens as my path turns towards an unreachable steep
This mood, this strange unfriendly stranger
Follows me like a mounted ranger
My every step it has me in its sights
I cannot talk for fear of dark nights
I try to placate, but it has none of that
I turn my shape into a dog, but it finds me as a cat-
On tiny feet I sneak pass the peril
Holding my breath for it so easy for me to
 beCome un-railed
Each day holds a new beginning
Some days have angels, and some have sinners            
I carry the cross for all my bad behaviors
Calling on my luck as an old friend for a favorite
Save me from the wrath of this tornado
For in the eye of the storm I generally stand
Waiting for the wind to blow away-and someone
To take
My hand-
For evermore I only wonder
For which I did, for which I blunder
Each day as the sun does rise I am shielding
My visage not knowing which tone I am fielding-
It comes at great expense, to my psyche
What may come in the delicate morning
O my pace is quicken and my mind slows down
Each day brings a new burden upon my crown