Black and white like a zebra, plagued with a step too slow and a stripe turns red.

Black and white like Michael, colors so bright his star will never fade in the might sky.

Black and white like penguins, you’ve seen them sing and you’ve seen them march and family will never break under strong ice.

Up and down, up and down. Leather fresh of asphalt and gravel leaves your palm and coming back. Fight club styled illusions of greats that have played before you stand waiting your move. Side to side and between your legs as the great raises his palm to your brow. Drive hard to the left shadowed close by the great. In close, the step back isolates perfect and the leather fly’s.

Lost and traveled across the blue for forsaken love and time. Clock struck noon and the lost is found everywhere in springtime. The mirror black in the midst of a happiness and daytime. Caged in a box of doubt and hidden by the love mime. Escape fast, it’s coming, wintertime. Where even the most dazzling creature will not be seduced by your rhyme.

Up she climbs to the very top. Music rings and they watch her pop.The night is young and the song is fresh than they swap. The night is young and no sign of her to stop.

Heels are cracked and heels are bruised. The moon is fresh and the air is cold. Just a day in the life young and abused. Young and free chasing this fools gold.

Poison infested fields withering into nothing and less. Earth is left weak and vulnerable for the watchers to reap. Sun feasting over the leftovers left by disease and nature. Timid winds blow away the fallen and grasp at what holds on to the earth. Black sky, pierced by the sun, crying over the barren earth. The only cure for death is life.

Pressure forming than exploding through cracks of indecisiveness and foreign thoughts. Surrounding your toes with self-doubt and rainy dreams. Abdomen cringes the cold courage and strength and flees for black exit. The pressure grabs the throat and squeezes the last of hope and adventure into equal adversity and burden. Into the throat and into the lungs stress flourishes and kidnaps the gasping of air. Drowning in an ocean of plagued decisions and missed opportunities dimming the outlook of tomorrow.

Hidden in walls and masks. Safety in exile and closure. Fortune flees across waters and walls for masks and exile. Steel walls storing away silver pendants and gold bars from the eyes and sun. Men in stained uniforms and outdated tactics guard treasures from restless souls. Freeing these demons from their captivity will be glorious.

Views of salt waves and crimson rays reflecting orange into a new day. Someday.

Italian leather speeding a hundred down a highway with winds blowing in my mane while singing to Katy Perry. Someday.

Waiting with all your loved ones around the phone waiting for it to ring so all your dreams can come true and to play with the ‘big boys’. Someday.

The phone is still and the house is quiet and waiting for him to return one day. Someday.

Organ playing and switches to Air on the G-string as she walks in all white slowly stealing the eyes of the gathered patrons. Someday.