The Day That Never Left

We have the steam in the face
the face of the day that,
never left.

There has to be a way
to end there option
take to the skies
or bring fourth
the birds
we seem to have control
and also have a
Choke Hold.

The smoke dreams
of a bright candy
light,
that brings foil
of wired joyful
nights.

The choice of what to write,
give me that choice
on selectable words
that
guide me through
it all.