This guy

I wrote him a new resumé,

He got an interview,

He knows what it’s like,

To just make it through.

Laughing aloud,

I know, what’s in a name,

For one person or two,

I’d do it again.

And so when I ask,

The riddle of the night,

I wonder if you,

Are truly alright.

My tempo is good,

But it’s 7:11,

And that’s a new luck,

I obsess over schmuck.

But hey it’s something to do,

Write it all down,

Today was a good one,

I barely frowned.

Thanks to the graces,

Of what I did back to me,

I realized today,

That I am truly me.

Computer you hear it?

Sound is it on?

I know a nice guy,

Who’s middle name is John.

When all does fade,

I find it alright,

To realize tomorrow,

Might not be tonight.

And faith isn’t perfect,

There’s lots of real woe,

Thank God for English,

And women who sew.

Is this story good?

Because I feel inspired,

Even though deep down,

I’m making everyone tired.

And for the one person,

Who picks up a call,

This is the start,

Of I have most of it all.

And honestly that’s fine,

Because she is okay,

And sadly I cried,

Some other way.

I ask this green thumb,

Who makes the letter dance,

To give me a chance,

And other romance.

One thing is certain,

That I forget to,

Do what I’m told,

Until I make it through.

But not everytime,

That u do know,

And that is my story,

Of after the glow.

When one minute’s perfect,

So is the next,

Until I read the book,

Of the thousand year hex.

Y mercy us given,

A blue lullaby.