The Hitchhiker

Distension rise and compromise.
See the world in decline through your own eyes.
Are you sinking, in the twilight?
As long as I'm winning, I can keep you upright.
When you know, it's safe, to run away.

Throwing rocks at mediocrity.
Traffic slowed, turned to confront me.

Red light shot out, from the inside.
Crooked coppers, kept me uptight.

They don't know your face, so run away.
Indicate,
Slow are days!

Are you swimming, in the limelight?
I'm still winning.
Are you still upright?

You can bare your fangs, or run away.
In decay.
Slow are days!