The last basket
That first woosh
Sound of nothing
Passing on a bicycle
Cold to the skin
Heat for the heart
Nah Man,
Don't worry about the dial up
It'll come around
High speed blinders
Got you all confused
You thinking it's tomorrow
Though you're reading yesterdays news
What's going to happen
When you wake up?
Jump off the cliff?
Slide down a mountain of Peanut Butter?
Can't help you
Gatta help myself
I can only be the way for I
Just like you I
And him I
and her I
and we I
and they I
and all the I and I and I and I and I
Otherwise no one will get anywhere
Standing still nightmare
Wish I could stay
Time to hitch a ride
A place called Kolob
I heard God lives near there.
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
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