Sitting in the dark
Wondering of the engine inside
Cylinders posed to strike
While electrical cuts in & out
Inspiration fades as quickly as it shows up
Attempting to pour music into the gas tank
Trying to seek out the short circuits
Hearing the engine rev is music to my soul
Wire gets cut by life and the motor shuts off
It’s like cutting a birds wings
I roll around on the floor in agony
Looking at a vision that once was
Till I can once again push myself up
And sit in the Dark

(C) Jack Roman