Traffic Haze

this brain is a buzzing beehive

swarming thought infestation

my muscles pulse and burn alive

tonight they crave sensation

and when the night finally falls

she'll wrap her arms around me

when i drop into the sea

let me rise in glory

i'm one in the glow of the rising sun

across these walls are my loathing scrawls

i hear the water underneath the bridge

this day was a slanting misfire

selfish infatuation

all my lovers live on pages

it leaves me lonely, reading

and from this perch i am a god

the river speaks to me

one final step and i will fly

into that waiting darkness

i'm one in the glow of the rising sun

across these walls are my loathing scrawls

i hear the water underneath the bridge

so i glide blindly through these streets

and i can hear the traffic haze

yeah, maybe i've had better days