Why Don't I Like the Road?

The sky is monochrome.
Heavy and the moon is much.
Suffice it to watch the party
where seals seem to stretch
tomorrow, sticked by both hands.

Enjoy the old,
it's in the words "Follow the Moon."
You are likely to be doing
anything but being carried by horrors.

Why don't I like the road?
Because I am wondering when the word
"Follow"
is most likely to step
around the energy of us and make a party.

In the old it's the weather,
best of the energy of the beaches.
In California where seals seem to
watch the host of the house,
is a thousand dreams
guaranteed for the pot-laced men.

I am wondering,
when was the road doing anything else
but laying in your deliciousness?