wordle 9/29
waiting til the time is just right
look past all the ripened fruit
stare at a growing lemon day and night
forget all about planting my own roots
getting riled up and angry behind my bars
the door swings open, I just back away
late night rides, watch all the passing cars
pretend the stars are gods, kneel down and pray
i want to take control
but i don’t know where i’d go
let my life drift away
couch surf til it’s on its feet
i can tell we’re headed for doomsday
but i’m just a rider in the passenger seat