The descent

 looking for a place to make my descent
the very lump of me
needs to roll on down to the valley basin
so I can win my ticket

I keep hugging these curves
in search of an exit downward
every single one boney and steep
Oh my

The very lump of me
searching for the landing
semblence of calm
a mask a bed a jacket

a disguise that doesn't expose me
here on top of the world
rolling around the chaotic maniac on my shoulders
in my skull