Jay Two

Signs to fly away from, we won't make sunset, scattered and gone, the associate’s due, his astonishing jet, a whispered thank you, fire and distant thunder, meets our target, the unfettered amongst us, beyond this daily blues, our days not met, fighting over what we do, I wash myself down, no matter the bet, if I'll last this shift, how the world cruises, through our little knot, nights presage a morning slew, on her sleeve’s a wrong, no one tells her yet, I think of the bonds, in houses we let.