Virginia

What do you care, the pull on my traces, that makes me follow, a song in blue trees, thick lines on my face, cracked on the breeze, if you can share, at memory’s gate, why not send me there, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, that seeps electrically, it’s hard to be here, when your voice is raised, lips that snare, on broken streets, where no one runs hesitates, I’ll be on retreat, you say It's not fair, if your tune’s so great, why are you so unaware, of passing days?