Green Static

Heading for a smokescreen
Green static in the wind
Taking it or leaving it
But it drags behind

Heading for the streetlight
Thinking it will pick me up
Waiting for this moment
But it won't ever come

In this moment
We are wrapped like vines
Twisting up and
Breaking into minds
This hollow hole
Will never know
They creep but walls
Choose not to speak

Wrinkles, crinkles, pathways
Maps to future better days
Holding our hands tight
And letting words fly loose

Heading for a smokescreen
Speeding it up to see
Just how fast we can go
And still survive the crash

In this moment
We are wrapped like vines
Twisting up and
Breaking into minds
This hollow hole
Will never know
They creep but walls
Choose not to speak