Clouds of feathers fleece and foam, nhalfway to my childhood home. nIn the car and on my own, nwhite lines where the road is sewn. nStitches holding down the car, nbeside the sun under the stars. nThrough the evening coloured so nlike pink champagne and eye-shadow. nnLa la la...nnAll the patterns of the past are gone. nCutting down the dotted line I'm on. nBecause we all begin with just our skin. nAnd we live enthralled just like animals. nLike animals. nnWatching with a child's face. nThe backseat used to be my place, nbut now I put my foot down first nsweet memories won't quench this thirst, nfor horizon on every side. nNow my eyes are open wide. nFingers from the sky will find nthe cloud of dust I've left behind. nnLa la la...nnAll the patterns of the past are gone. nCutting down the dotted line I'm on. nBecause we all begin with just our skin. nAnd we live enthralled just like animals. nLike animals, like animals. nJust like animals.