BWISE

Always 5am

Its driving through the woods
without a lite to shine
No one sees it coming,
no one ever does
The leafs look pretty now,
singing as they fall
Possessing the grounds we walk,
absorbing our fall,
but the trees move away,
let them Nobles pass
fix a pattern,
help em go real fast
With their angry eyes
shooting fire with dragons,
and their braided hair
wrapping round they trunks
getting to a place to be
so they'll feel safe at night
Pop a cold one,
pop a pill,
Feel nice at ease
only way to be
But them trees block the sun
Like a lite house always does,
and their minds become erased,
and their smiles washed away,
while their eyes awake again,
with bells from mornings chime