Color of the Pool

Driving through the fog I couldn't tell which way was down Three rabbits on the road A message from a different realm The hum of something new The sharp metallic blue And yes you know I love it When we are both looking straight at me But I'm feeling multiplied Feeling far away from what I need What is sick What is part of it I want to be the color of the pool I want to hold The fire part of fuel And I can't see a place where I wouldn't let it follow me Moving currents in in the air sensing shifting energy The moment before a crash The sound of breaking glass