illusionary droplets

drop sense at fortune’s lobby
fun here in formality’s stead
done more cards conveying sense
more away from pocket
And i keep doing this
hardly budgetary, think I’ve finally
tired wheels, so i break
and if a cliff closer gets
I push harder, i’m a writer

Not with mocha, I talk more sane
I hope
Ignition, waiting for fog’s flee
water by sidewalk telling me not
walk, at all.. Run, till breath’s left