staring at my guiding light,
wondering if I should jet...
just realized it's my lighter
...
Speeding away from the light
To start sweating before it rises
Ready for the early surprises
Equipped with no disguises
...
This twisted world
Can play with your head
A tree can be a pillow
And the grass could be your bed
...
As my rose points east to the seashore
I make a call and await a riposte
My knot is tying, days left: four
Tempest looms to batter the coast
...