Scattered Beings

maybe its nothing more than criminal running from anything that's safe or sane on this side of forever stuck in this endless loop always the same clouds in the sky looked down and laughed mercy surrounding the off chance of riot how many times did the finish line move just a bit closer to never gonna happen how much longer as letters abound and pencils fail how many souls must I go through this time riding roughshod on edit in the passenger's seat how many ways to say no