Parking Outside Your Mind

Every move takes twice as long With a hawk eye Beading down And the machine can run without you But to no avail it will certainly crash and burn No reward, no temptation. Studying, hurrying, scurrying Are these actions for better or worse? The pole dances around the fairy Not knowing its own accord But who can wait for one who does not understand? The riddle is too extreme The desire is too real The smoke cannot dissipate It’s a screen of perilous oils Burning and cascading Till death do us part. Walking and talking Through the valleys of Neptune Soon the discussion will turn us back To a history that’s Parking outside your mind.