Ride The Tinted Hurst Poem by O. A.

Ride the Tinted Hurst

There is no tomorrow only today.
Tomorrow does not exist.
                Dante's Inferno proved this.
Ride the tinted hurst
                And do not look back.
There is no tomorrow only today.

Ride the tinted hurst...
                When the switchblade of reason
                is pointing in the wrong direction.

Ride the tinted hurst...
                If the world wants to shut you down
                and won't let you shine
                the way I know you can...

Ride the tinted hurst...
                Only if there is no way out
                and you must prove your worth.

Ride the tinted hurst...
                In the thick of night
                until the crack of dawn.

Ride the tinted hurst...
                When you can't see past the horizon.

Ride the tinted hurst...
                When the man with the crooked cane
                can't think for himself anymore
                and must use your words
                in defense of his own.

Ride the tinted hurst...
                When Mercedes is whispering in your ear
                to rise from the dead
                to claim what is rightfully yours.

Right the tinted hurst...
                And do not look back.
There is no tomorrow...

O.A.