Sleep Walking Whle Driving

Much too sensitive for the chitter chatter,
pitter patter,
patriarchal bullshit.

Always too sad song
to be Don Juan
during the summer time.

Oversight seen,
during the calm and serene,
but mostly living life on the rocky.

Things are looking up,
if only I believed in luck.

Control is desired,
not required.

I return to my hole,
head hung low,
weathered and worn.

God save our souls.