Way Out


I am trying to find the rhythm.

Falling in and out of time,

in between cracks,

head over heels.

I am searching through dark tunnels,

wishing for cat's eyes

or bat's ears

or any way to tell where I'm going.

I am on a collision course,

locked into auto-pilot,

desperately pushing buttons,

trying to get anywhere but here.

I am

crash.

I am

a survivor.