Dot Dash - Wire

Mist closing in, getting thicker

One drops out, becoming quicker

Lights grow dim, they glimmer

The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer

Dot dash…

Dip flash…

Don’t crash…

Loosening my grip

Be sure to tread carefully

Steering a passage

Finding a line

Cross to comply, crossply

Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression

Remains pan, radiators for all

Radial, I’m still in control

I understand, a hand, a hand moved me

Dot dash…

Dip flash…

Don’t crash…

Driven by self-propulsion

Turning right across the stream

The risks increased with sustained leisure

Courting death, so ill at… ease

Dot dash…

Dip flash…

Don’t crash…