.Lonely, sour & spastic

Came fast, went faster; lonely, sour and spastic.

                              Fed with ramblings and midnight tremblings,

          almost starving for the lack of cravings.

- Good luck -

                         She muttered

                                                      - Arrive safe.

But she knew I'd rather safe her and arrive late.

               Came hard, went softer; calm and sad,

                         just like a monster.

     Starved with glances,     

               and ground,

          and fine scents;

                                             with lonely stars, with the hope of kaizen.