ASPHAULT

I went in a way
That was very
Incouragable
But I had my ways
I was Incoherent
But very in-tuned
Family does that
Leaves you with
Unfertilized Eggs
And when you arrive away
You smell the stale smell
Of relief and hope
To later that night
Where you remember the
Smell of asphault and
Silence... Dreams