the nights close in on me slowly.
or maybe its just the lights,
that keep me from sleep.
but then the sun pulls me out to play on the pavement with my feet.
the crisp air can't fight a rising heat, from inside out
--a creation of my brain,
and it drives me,
as I fly across...

i go this way.
i won't try to turn back time,
only keep up.

i usually sink
quicker than i think.
so this time,
i will try to keep up.