lets walk down that red brick path these complex dynamics aren't middle school math a sinking sense of push and no pull a leaking tank will never read full and every yawning red sun is greeted with solemn resolution and every winking dusk sky is fleeing from moral destitution o not a shred nor fiber of consistent constitution the decisions made for me, but not devoid of delusion he gathers his things- his box his lunch his pole with rings he stops to observe a lark as it sings he hopes to find what he hopes to find- a love a dove a rose free of vine as he drops his line, he sings "I'll surely get mine" but as his brown bag, now empty, floats with the current, he realizes his ambition is his greatest deterrent whatcha think?
