Already hot up here in office, home. Need a coffee, as always. Want just one day, ONE, where everything’s at speed ordered.
Past authors, how did they get to the Road?
Do I have time to study?
Turning on music, trying to distract mySelf.
Bringing homework with me.
What else can I do, work on lunchBREAK.
Sounds funny, doesn’t it.
Looks even funnier.
But I need to leave ground.
I have these wings,
and for what?
Hear traffic. Are they all in roles mirroring? Maybe I should write for them, not me anymore. Definitely not some webbed house.
Not living like that.
Counting pennies, nickels, ones.