Fair To Midland

Glow but don't shine,
A fuse for a blueprint devices my hands built,
For these roads want the rain in my raincoat,
Drown in the flash flood,
For we are alive,
Given air; not used to Al Fresco,
Does the sun know,
Today, I forgot the zeros and ones,
Told you to conquer the rush,
Sunday, I remembered paper beats rock,
Reached a mile high if I reached a foot,
Leopard skin is not above or beyond,
He's no more a prince than a frog is,
For these roads should not have shed for a witness,
Taken bites to avenge us,