The light grows as she enters the room.
and the air a bit sweeter...

Under the crimson red lights.
my body collapses and there i lay...

Shiney new ball in my hands.
bouncing up in down...

Its so strange that you cant see my soul.
crying out to you, craving to be full...

This is a poem of our simple lives.
Nothing to fear but the bee's outside our window...

Running down the street.
I stop to pace myself...

The coyotes are outside.
Howling at the moon...

Flashy cameras and bad reports.
Make goverment tyrants seem like lords...

My money tight in my pocket.
Trailing the street like Davy Crockett...

My mind is frozen.
For i cant think...

I felt for sure last night.
That this life is not a fight...

Monopoly is a game of life.
I play it all time with my ex-wife...