I can’t be your friend

I am too occupied with quieting myself

Playing poker with muses of faraway lands

I have nothing to give you this time

Since I’ve been held at gunpoint by sirens

Deep in a forest of make-believe

So you see I am not able to drive tonight

My judgment is skewed

Driving away forces, drunk on prana

I can’t come out tonight

I have lost my breath, I am too busy

Running with wolves