TOKEN by Kelly Greenwood

Inhibitor of a reality

That I have no business playing in

You’re playing he grown-folks game,

But I'm still growing up

The vibe is magic

Though touch out of the question

I feel you yearn

In the deep damp depths of your soul,

But I'm still trying to forgive

Something so powerful

Can open up the Eye

So deep inside

With just a passing glance

I feel myself surrendering

To your sickness,

A process I cannot bear to repeat

With one token

Comes a dime a dozen

Frozen in the headlights

Like breathe down my neck

Chasing the solo daze

Through the starlit haze,

Some spells were made to be broken

-Kelly Greenwood