Dissociative Locomotive

 



how did one end up on this ride?
where is the mask in which you hide?


little droplet, futile to fight the tide
rather than, follow that which you know

the acorn does an oak grow
enduring, sunrise to sunsets testing time

if this was a swing on a branch, fine
quenched parched lips with some red wine

before long, benzo concoctions distort time
to some level or another

when did tomorrow fade away today
yesterday some bitter sweet flash in pan memory

then..... for what its worth
when all is said done, accusations laid

who will pick up the shattered remains
when the feelings of this ride fade?