Afraid of no possibility, all’s a plausibility–
After they’re broken all laws are missing me.
Just a thought, in the moment jot.. smell these
devilish plots– but once I’m in the open they hide under rocks..
Scurry in hurry… What I inferred, me,
day’s all about, how in a now’s brow.. bars written early,
mentality strangely pearly even while waters murky…
Refusing to end musing, why do so many say only one
destiny I should be choosing? Whatever, less
promising, more doing, more epic recital, assure
all the seconds prove new and vital, and
all results at this stage have to be tidal.
But for a second I need be still, no throws or thrills,
down go the quills, me and knowledge together
like oil and drills, accosted by society’s ills..
Keep your head down and charge, stay at the pen
and composition book and out of the bar.