Automatic Entry #2.

I'm tired of the light blinding burning bright burning eyes leaving flash points on our retnas giving shadows more disguise. Staggered drunk out of young love the taste of naivety on my lips blood-clotted calloused cole sores call "Come here for a kiss." But not we, no we retreat, we wander home along safer streets avoiding holes where peddlers meet and greet. Don't you double dog dare do it you should know better than that. "Duh, I double dog dare you to do it. Don't you be no scaredy cat." Act on impulse now out of instinct, distinct tastes like those of failure, loss or mint. Go on taste alone all sight blurred blind by winter's snowy tint. Snow becomes sleet which will be rain and will raise Spring from Autumn's grave but that's all yet to come and so sleet still sleeps while snow remains like big black bears who hibernate to avoid ever having to miss the sun. They say they're dumb but that sounds pretty smart to hunt a hollow to halt your heart beat down to next to nil. You can try and I just might, but we'll wait 'til dark of night to plunder a pretty pumpkin pie from off the window sill. In front of the fireplace where love was made more times than I could explain we were caught red-handed on our way. So we'll probably starve that much is true, says "What's mine is mine, but I want yours too." Half of zero is still zero, so here.. "Have two." Take the west now that its been won empty your holster give up your gun erect your buildings eclipse the sun, go on ahead it's yours, have fun. But as for me, well I'm headed East with a pack on my back and two sore feet where I'll look for love if it'll look for me. My dreams they left me while I slept now that I have a chance to reflect they were probably always meant for someone else; not every puncture wound is meant to inject; not every temper meant to test; not every joke is meant in jest even if that's how it felt. Now I'd say goodnight but this is goodbye c'mon kiddo you gotta dry those eyes I'll see you the next time this world spins 'round. We wondered why we won't walk away those nights we fought and decided to stay I guess right now I need a change of pace or ground. I'll leave at night while you still sleep quiet as a mouse you won't hear a peep I'll make my way up the street and out of sight. I'll find the ghost I've been running from this road is long I'll need someone on my side.