Emotionally Unavailable Poem by Louis Borgo

If a high way have lights for every turn wait

Let one straighten out the mirror to catch to be asserted,

For in steady take a ceramic a tool a instrument to craft to be of moder,

Modern day living who's counting minutes?
(Drip)

Truthfully awake of sound of day break,

Silently sight fully a ray of light behind dark tilt sun light one

might ask who can see,

With such sunglasses maybe the truth of what is held with in sight

bellow or slow,

Down the car,
(Just listen)

Perhaps bread is a symbol toast of finest of occur,

Yet borrow or lend takes place of precious time who am I to judge?
(How)

To have or wont is like water to soil to pull together is like a
balance,

For example is growing more then a process or,

Does hungry play a bigger part?

To some a key open doors and for some understanding means more.