clear paths and sud

findings stars on a line
picking up the spines of those who left the inside of the tree
with the free spirits that loved themselves regardless
small time in the space below
that throws in the towel at any given moment set in space

the race is on
don’t race yourself
don’t pass by your self
rally within the limits of what needs to be changed
and take on layers red and blue

glued to the face of fear
layering the steering wheel

we must feel everything

-D.