Rattling

Twisted words, leaps of faith;
Meanings unheard through holes.
Purple dancing thoughts.
They hide deep in the back,
against the fear, er far...
high wall.

Chance without pages,
without words, no gaps.
Splattered from tugging,
dragging, scraping,
through these stages.
All these traps.

Hardened scars,
ready to laugh, scoff.
Only more cars come,
to push, shove.
Or cause anyone
to simply fall off.