hanging in there

hangin in there, like fuzzy dice from the rearview mirror
of a Chevy
racin crazy across the wide open expanses
of a city, of a nation
of a universe,
or racin down a one way road.
hangin in there,
like a droplet of dew
from a blood red rose
so pristine and new
so utterly misconstrued,
hangin in there.
were hanging in there
like words
rising up from the heart,
rising up from the very start,
hanging in there to be vocalised,
hangin in there to be seen,
waiting only to be seen
by their eyes.
its like,
all you gotta do is give me one phrase..
and somehow
i start to visualise your face
maybe its your wild eyes,
though maybe its just a disguise
cause ive seen you smile.
yeah, i could always go
for that smile,
the truest ive seen in such
an awefully long while
you bring the opposite of lies
so i stay hangin in there
waitin on you
to write my lines.