Day Night

choke back fright dark and dusty, flight plan a little rusty, hope for a ride have fun, then run, and hide, twinkle twinkle distant dear insecure considering all that's been said, up for interpretation from a rocket bed, sparkly conjecture, with pale complexion, simply put a man without a plan of attack, swells come regular, damn you fear love is not a modern day invention, like breathing, or a one sided upside down mathematical equation, a lot like truth yet yields ill conclusion ...like sleeping without, and reaching for air, because she's not there