they pluck our teeth like lashes and make wishes on each black void
you can't look away - your eyes are tapered open. similar to those days in your youth when you would pedal down hills on bicycles, only to realize the handlebars were holding you and your legs were being forced into motion. it goes back to the simple question of what is the best choice: the safer route or the quicker route. though even speed comes in moderation. even time slips away when you have more of it.
even birds forget to fly.
