Trance room with a box puzzle, How tight fits an ox muzzle
I'm outside with an inward grin. No under eye puddles
I'm shootin breeze just to come into the light subtle
I'm always lost hoping that I take the right shuttle
Long nights can break hard walls just like rubble
There's only so much stress for a bubble
I wish my words wouldn't muddle
I won't fault bear or crumble
I am entombed in my stumble