The brain has limits 
but the mind is a freeway. 
I need the three 
like I need the tree. 
There's a constant burn 
inside of me. 
Time is not my own 
and I'm losing my soul 
to this open black hole. 
I carry it inside 
the flame like a glow 
flickers constant to and fro. 
The core is black 
and I long for the blue. 

I don't want the mud. 
I just want to be good, 
to give the love, 
the rainbow in my blood.

©JM.Cole