Feeling Oblivion

Cubscouts arescreaming,
Needing icescreaming &all the pleasures of June
I m in a parked car.
Flowers seem friendly &people in hall ways feel walls.
Now it is night time maybe we re cruising avoiding the anti-cruise.
Oh I don t really know where we are.
If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling &feeling oblivion.
Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a holein my ears,
Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skinof a kid.
Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear.
Well I ll just go under the water.
If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling &feeling oblivion.
So don t leave me here on my own.
So don t leave me here on my own.
If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling &feeling oblivion