as my eyes see

often thy heart

reacts to what the eyes don't want to see

blaming the energy and enviroment

tendency and plenty of not knowing

whom to direct the rage toward

invisible down the road

roar and hear me thinking

honk and stride

into thy dark

whisper a sound

more room toward what is going down

runner and speed

quickly

we blend into group

photo finish

and no current tide

meanwhile so much is at stake

at all rates