The sweet taste of freedom
a double-edged sword
the abandoned cars I couldn’t drive
the crazy flowers I love so deeply
thriving when nurtured
forgotten when ignored
rejected when ostracized
this place isn’t what you want it to be or need it be…it just is
crazy flowers beautiful when seen
crazy flowers stay in bloom because they want to
you don’t have to understand
three steps forward high speed
always a couple steps back
objects in mirror are closer then they appear
what you see is not the only thing you get
set in a future that is now
dust on my back, I don’t care
I don’t’ care what you think
I’m here
I’m not going anywhere

You wanna go for a ride?