Finite

Three sections spilling clean bean living,
On the street from burning hands,
To burning clams.
I love you anyway,
I always will, that's how it is.
Frog fishing in the rain,
He lost my ring again.
I'm sorry everyone,
Didn't mean to kill fun.
Brick chimney for the sweep.
Keep gremlins from the meet.
Move your feet if,
You can't stand the heat.
I'm flying low this show.
Steel boots that walk for me.
Who shows me who to be?
Without the mirror in your eyes.
I'm the ghost of a reflection.
Keep trying, don't start crying.
Keep looking, hope is coming.
Soon this will be a bad-dream,
As if it isn't now.