700 saddled
Opinion indistinct
Desperately in need
Contained intervention.
Crucial resolve
Impossible in flash
Frustration and resentment
Wedged in my basement
A talk with the man
And nothing's new.
Tears of blood under my skin
My pain still mounts.
Back on my saddle
Wandering mind
Why forsaken? Why no intervention?
Missed by an inch, Tread that line
Lying under stars
Amazement lost
Death for my mortal search.
No perception. Just insanity.
