passing through the dark one's tunnel
we have no payment yet
they've given us a bone to share
a threat to raise the rent
we sit around the breakfast table
with the potential of blank checks
a ball of twine to hang our hats
a chip to place our bets
careful baby it's a slippery step
a cloud of traffic
a beating chest
a bun with ketchup
an unfair test
the fawkward filler
of an unfamiliar guest
i walk along the river's face
a flat and snaking blue
she shows me the color of my hair
makes my interpretation new
we get along very well
a wet reflecting view
she says don't invest in this world
we are all just passing through
