1987 Dodge Colt

Am I just a ghost of optics and lenses

I have this assurance am I but a figment

Original sinner compelled and somewhat restless

Disoriented tension complied with resistance

As we peel the layers are we just the answer

Closer to heaven but we are all strangers

It pains me to think they left us these messes

It pains me to think that I left but am not afraid here

When I’m left with my thoughts 

I’m hardly compassionate

I don’t feel like myself

but I don’t want to be anyone else

its a long fall in 1987

dont tell me who to be

4 cylinder dodge colt

damn.