…THE CATCHER IN THE RYE

...it is the catcher in rye
...it is the sting in the tail
...it is the hand that bites
...it is the clowns real emotions
...it is the clouds that shield my sun
...it is the maze in which we all run
...it is a sea, a sea that sets us adrift
...it is this miasma, the highest of cliff
...face to face with a faceless fear
...there is also an attraction in this being so near
...to want to be far from the closest that this is
...my hand in your hand, they both begin to twyste
...come dance within the fyre, this fyre that will consume
...feel youre verrye bone wilt warp and succomb
...a driverless journey withe a destination not knowne
...a honeyless bee on its way to its drone
...coulde it be that this were ne'er here?
...how far to the edge, the edge of our feare?
...to be in your eye and see this greate heighte
...this eternal dance, this eternal nighte