Waste me not in thinking keep those doors closed for traveling for arriving is best left for the conductor I am not where the wind is blowing I am with yOu instead I am not where breath takes a break I am here.this day is grey and dressed for the ball my life is cold in company,colored walls talk of existing behind the line yelling in the protest of love missed,formality is but a word hanging on a lapel and suits are graffiti covered.windows see to another world belonging to this one yet we look to far for reaching we stand to close to the fire.empty me for I am full of me fill me with nothing inside track my whereabouts to behind the shed where holding a book is seen in this movie and your popcorn has spilt.buildings converse with trees standing guard cars shouting get a haircut a woman stares out from her hospital bed.this is not silence this is quiet rated or lip syncing to the tune of a vagabond,money streamed consciousness speeds along tracks of a squandered life comes to a halt in a purple purse.now arriving at a station foiled by the pleasure of a sick dog stolen by the word and disappearing.thick in this milkshake of flavorless screaming filled with camoflauged skin itching and dying again.