( where shadows lean and

close your eyes and go somewhere, the windy coast, the forest floor an airplane, another world, a dream. real life is far from fair, you tried and tried and got nowhere. it's like somebody rigged the whole damn thing. bloody knuckles, empty hands, you want to fight, but all you ever had is desperation. breathe it in and spit it out, you count the time in rolling clouds. in bruises and in other painful things. so when the storm comes crashing down, the kind your mama cried about. you find familiar comfort in the rain battling a thousand walls, you want to climb but all you ever saw is desperation. running hard against the wind, you want to start without that old feeling of desperation. close your eyes and go somewhere, the windy coast, the forest floor an airplane, another world, a dream disappear beyond the glass, where shadows lean and finally rest and you don't feel

that desperation.