Mrs. James, you are a devil!

At last,
The sight from my rear view mirror
Shakes and fades away
Blending in with the break of day.

I hold my breath
Until my eyes roll back,
Trying hard to look onto the past:
The VHS cassette
The 93' Corvette
The snow angels on towers
The golden Youngstown flowers
Yes, these were a few of my favorite things...

But they call misfortune
The great magician
And life: A game of craps
You shake, you blow,
And seven's your call,
But you've got no dice,
No dice at all...

So now my head rings from the siren's scream,
As my childhood drips from the L.E.D. screen.