days in the morning

follow me and look at me

\when did you last arrive and suddenly asleep?

drove around the block and couldn't believe my eyes

hidden like a message and texture of sure options

flow and many a theme and reason and how come

the fruit of your ground is as dry as an eye

when the emotions and words outta have been

a movement to rise and sought out in the middle

of the night?

numbers and ways create an invisble lane