Willing

 Willing to be dangerous

 hanging around surrounding 

that only beat up my intuition 

intentions be damned i sign.

in the sand the SOS is the same

 but no one to see the message of despair

 oh contraire ur ship is calling

 but it's afloat no longer it screams for color

 it sees no other it's coming ashore 

no one to help anymore

 it's just u and the moon and the sun and the ground

 it can be the leaves talking but u hear no sound 

u just keep on walking keep talking 

and joking about how ur life became a token

 of gracious and diligent design

 to come screwed up on ways you couldn't imagine

 and running for cover was not in the memo 

u thought u could let go

 u thought breaking free

 was all it was my need to be mended

 was met with demands and I shudder 

and u stutter and stop at a drop 

of a coin you  were born to feel illness 

and choke on the rope.