Marine Layer


The key. Car. Diem. speeding down at around a quarter to four.


When will it slow. Does it know how.

While your feels on the gas

It drives past

all the signs

In what, might say the road could be ending


Drive on little thought

Drive on.


The fog gets thicker

As the blood gets warmer.


Drive on little thought

Drive on


I can't see. This morning fog has encapsulated me. Beyond what my vision can assure.


Drive on

Drive on little thought.


Into the morning light,

I don't know when the road will end

But when it does


Are you really there?

Maybe a little yes

And 2 times no


Whatever the case.

It'll still be