Panic For Some Peace Poem by gregory collins

at nightime, in the bars that never give in to the streets,
i'm jumping in the cracks to get lost,
or until i hear my heartbeat grab my keys,
and like the wind that knows me broken in pieces,
i find the words deep in my soul might save themselves,
but i need a reason why to change the rules again,
to throw the drowning man tons of suggestions,
if it means i can sleep again,
and dream of what we are missing.
dream of keeping my clothes on in the shower,
like sunflowers in the sun,
that look at me come on the wind,
even when they know they are not,
they know what's what when sound and color are getting bored,
and we are missing when everything starts to go wrong;
Like ignoring our grandparents advice cause we couldn't stand their kids.