Westward Drive

I had imagined myself upon a westward drive Where idle eyes could idolize the prize of wide horizons, unsurmised Purple skies and tribal cries arrive at times near 8:00 or 9:00 Apprised by holy bribes Aligned by islands, rhinestones Ties were to be cut Arise to the occasion Bumps, bruises, scrapes, abrasions left up front And at the brunt of it, I stunted, but Trusted with my talisman, I faced malice, Snapped, now it's in Sunken in the fact that it's passed And that's the habit's pin Stuck Never to be touched again Never to tug upon the strings and webs, well woven Awoken near its end Means to ends and ends to means Immediacy was lent with glee Repeat the exposition Our positions scathed Return to sea I'll return to sea, and swim in it The ripples can guide the prism of synchronization of rhythms Fill it with purpose It'll be worth it in the end 'Cause pending problems with solving will surely mend The great melt pursued the role of flood The mold we made in blood The puddled love and closest buds We bloomed in tandem Rushed by all the bugs and dirt And In A Week we came From Eden, hurt Absurd in manner, blurted out like nightly banter Words unheard Unthought, unprocessed, unprofessional Discolored, discombobulated Fresh discomfort, lest you know The best of woe Self to foe A stowing away of nested prose Exit, repress and curtains close Expression of tears, the audience rose Scene No need to be frozen Just wait to thaw out The set, it was chosen So make it pretty And maybe ice caps might just float back Might sink the city too But pity lands in such divine ways How pitifully true I'll return to sea, and swim in it The ripples can guide the prism of synchronization of rhythms Fill it with purpose It'll be worth it in the end 'Cause pending problems with solving will surely mend And so I started heading east, right near the border Still guided by the Saturn Humble, but a hoarder We skipped on Liberty And set our focus upon a porter bus Just like I dreamed, there's more for us Rusted, we take the old and dust it off And add resources built from roots unplanted Bust off locks to doors unmanaged Panic, while all alarm bells mute the phonic slate Relate it back Recall a former date A former day Familiar face It's faded, strung, but flown away Poof One gust, and I will prove Parmesan to mozzarella, we were the cheddar, sharpened, grooved I'll use this time to learn, improve Remove tenacity, veiled by the fears of chastity Guilt pursuit in the need to be Returned to sea, and swim in it The ripples can guide the prism of synchronization of rhythms Fill it with purpose It'll be worth it in the end 'Cause pending problems with solving will surely mend