Fusion

The thoughts of the afternoon were liquid in their beauty
the far way penny popping stranger walks along the roadside
I tell you, the air shifts in hills and valleys and you hear
The colors are a drip drip drip away from being real
But it's all fake, it's all a lie, a big drip drip way
A faint smile way, it's not as dark as you think
it's darker still, it's dark as rain, dark as thermonuclear fusion
offered as a distraction, a way to fight time.