Your Own Sunny Little World

[kreegahbundalo]

*under construction*
Dirt-road-driving, about mid-morning.
The purgatory sky's just ceased its storming.

Mirages manifest,
Of light-skinned ladies bathing in the nude,
Empty eyes avert, gentlemanly,
Not wanting to seem rude.
Intrigue soon usurps,
Overcoming all your good intent,
Perfection penetrates your pupils,
Derelicting all your discontent.

Now the pumice in your pockets
and your empty eye sockets
just don't matter any more,
your soul is through with being sore
and all the stress you've got in store
can't see you in your sunny little world

Then your sun explodes.
Why? God only knows.

If there's no brew left in your can, it's
back to the search for distant planets
a place to pull over on the shoulder
and reflect on getting older
time to push pause on your life
both all its good times and its strife
its mostly strife..
and you can't stop time..

so concede defeat, its time to leave.