What is it that drives you? I ask the man in blue
For the cufflings are gold laden, and they’ve paled, school
Now letting out, the breaches are left stoic
The turbulence of a life so insane, ultramafic
In the lava, in the ashes
Heroes and ghosts, syringes and relapses
For that thing called the soul is placed on a leash
Once the lease is left unpaid, the pavement leeches
For the veins, hear the trains
Sleeping on the tracks, hemorrhaging the brain
Awaiting through the cracks, eyes eager and strained
Light breaks with the window, a scream with no sound,,,
No meter or candy-coated spires
Just towers, casteles toppled by fires
And cowards skewering the turf for your cufflings
Watch their hunger sing out through extremes
And all that’s left is the question:
“What drives you?” Juxtaposition
Of words and laughter, smoke in mirrors
Because even death stirs to wake, strikes clearer
Regardless of the day or night
Regardless of our hopes, or sight
And your kingdom sits in place
Awaiting the curious race
Like curious waltzes on storm riddled bays
Caution for steely, drunk-driven strays
March desolate in the winds
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