Naughty corn

On an overblown night

Holding hopes

And speaking lightly

Of the world around

Us

I go in with no hope

Of win

Or expectation

One whole breath

Holding walking

Around this nation

Cynical wheel

In full-motion

Hoping to escape

It’s full-fledged

Devotion

To disruption

In place of peace

All the axels

And all the grease

Guard dolls on bad days

Have a meaningless full

And more grey

Hoping for a respite

In times of hurried expectation

With one hope

And a waiting nation

Hysterical friction

In no other manner

Than the here and now

All-around

Aware of the next person

Bound

To walk past

My own fears

I can barely grasp

Sweltering needle

Suspended over the balloon

Of perfect

Brilliance

We all wait in

A didactic of hope

Who to turn to

In times of great uncertainty

Certainly not the ones on TV

Leadership comes from within

A great peace

And hope to go foward

Into the great

Unknown

Collateral fence

I have to climb

In these uncertain

And dubious times

Holding one had with

The money I owe

And the other with a rope

So I can let

Go

Nasty clouds

Rollover me

From the distance

I can see if

Sustain the winds

Of the changing times

That this world brings

With it

Foolish pancakes

In the morning

After a reckless night

Half alive

But alright

For now