Your delaying the message
a feedback is building up
the repeat kicks in
as I try to close my eyes
only to find them stuck open
watching the decay
of what the messages have to say
the signal catches up
so I can watch
my trepidatious tendencies;
they are out to destroy me
the boy in the view has left the parking lot now
in a car driven with wheels made of glass
crushing old broken eggshells of worrisome suprise
beneath the frame escape
a solid rock (disbelief)
crushes the glass on collision
and sends him wailing back to from where he came.
