Trace the story untold,
through misty eyes,
pools collected
unattractive statements are falling.
words.
All you have now,
Control
All you haven't
Mother knows best seems a venomous phrase,
Which mother? Is all the voice echos,
Which mother?
Regrets collecting in the footstep impressions you leave on your path.
Showing your route through time.
Through dimensions of emotion you never thought were real.
Through hiccups of contrariness.

'I want to break free' plays on the radio in your lunchbox car.
You hum along with absentminded accord.