Mad as hell,
my devil's let loose...

You don't know how much it takes,
to kick a can down the road...

The day is of yellow rays,
dappled with white clouds...

There are more than a thousand faults,
that I have made...

Each minute is full of,
60 seconds...

She was family,
not only an aunt...

With a sky a baby blue,
chemical reaction on it's own...

I bet you never knew of my writing,
only the letters I have written you...

On occasion there would be chocolates.
Perhaps a flower...

Your sound lays still; no echo,
no blinking to wet your eyes...

A notice to make your gut pop.
Staring at what shouldn't of happened...

Little boy,
imagine to be good...