Girl.

Walk down the street with a rhythmic little beat. A jump and a bounce. Headed towards town. Not knowing or sure what exactly's in store. But there's always that syncopation. And it's calming. Oh. And just a tad bit alarming. For pleasure, for pain. What's the game? Hold on now, he'll eat you. Life is just review. Slow down the pace. Or simply die speeding race(s).

Does anybody want me? Does anybody need me here? I could kill a few of these thoughts.
And, oh, the insanity.