she was driving insane
the faster she rode
the more she came
nevertheless,she
doth proclaimed,
I'm not the only one
driving insane..
so she slipped inside
a wee bit of sunshine
and a forever and ever
taste of the sublime
drifting off to sleep
gentle maker of a
dreamscape theater..
the masks of pretense
were removed..and all
that's left of me..
isn't much of a prize
dandelion wine
syrup on the table
sweet little make-believe
a sure as I am able..
