Conscious

Fingers crossed in agitation

Luck today or catastrophe

A horseshoe thrown in recklessly

No serenity caught from the waters deep

As the crow flies far towards darkness and its approximation

Wide-eyed friend stumbles through a grass-green pasture

Locked in struggle, refuge from strife

Mouthed retreats, whispered notions

Tossed away for another day

Roasting suspicions to ashes black

Tabs kept, hidden from view

Bated breath below the unknown amplifier

Wispy words spilled loudly, covering up

The sound of the red-beating heart within the rabbit hole

Taking, making, keeping safe

The secret of what was done that day

The secret is that you need to review!! Anything goes.