Schedules and I, never agreed.
Same with it’s governor, time.
What happened to Living? Is
There another name for that?
Before darkened fuel, decide
What attitude I want for day.
Wires everywhere. So how can they
Not get crossed?
7:45AM. imaging this coffee tastes
like what i sipped in Paris. Daydreaming, and the day hasn’t started moving. I have started, either.
Trap everything in song. Don’t know
How 2do anything else. I’ll sing my
Way through this shift. Give self an
8:33PM. over. An over trials. No
Coffee now, but a glass. Mourvedre.
Traditions only baby themselves till
There’s an after. Only focus, no laughter. No away, stone paths by river.