These Nerves

these nerves O Lord
these nerves
filled with fear
once more
no more door
to stop with lock and key
he who so quickly
wants to see
beep beep
down in front
throwin popcorn and twizzlers
is he the Joker or Riddler
a Jester or Hitler
and each blade of grass
accepts its past
in the shade
the sunshine invades
patiently WE see
it’s as it should BE
much movement
neath the surface
of still waters
a strong force flows [down below]
knows where to go...