super contrast sunset streak
   crippled, bent, and brown
blushing green, and colors uncapped
   grown throughout the crowd

still babies, decomposing, through years
force oneself to work for the good, new fears learnt
eventually afraid of everything
my roots first, but hope for that more to give
to join, be loved, more for yours
will the horizon change, i'd always hoped
i’d live, pleasure without addiction

but nothing sticks, time robs
the day to day job
and up the mountains, regrets
of shedding the slow, secure gear
patiently... but lost by the endless wait
no matter how drained free, choked on ball and chain food
repulsing the soul, too real the fear
letting go of fear, please
soon to envision better gear