Fireballs in the sky.. Hell on earth.
Sometimes we just need a break..
The fair is over and the carnies are gone home.. on a train to the next station, where the freaks again roam....
As time bounces from one waking moment of reality to the other, sip some wine.. let it unwind..
You're uptight and bright,
like the fireballs at night.. starlit and cozy in hell with a pocket full of posy.
Ashes to ashes, the dust will abound..
Fall into a dream, as the earth spins around..
Good evening.
