When all is fine,
Yet you know that it’s not.
The timebomb lurks,
In my mailbox of fear,
And though I’ve no recourse,
I avoid like it’s mere,
And surely who reads,
A mature little voice,
To say I’ve got years,
Of utter remorse.
It feels like when,
I say it over too,
To a person in time,
For twenty and a few,
It happens again,
They steal it and sell it,
Like a pure white weapon.
And I could wash and retry,
Or purely give up,
I’m getting nearer to where,
I stopped giving a fuck.
And though it’s all true,
What I’ve written here,
It’s taken a miracle,
Just to come clear.
And so whoever it is,
I hear screaming each day,
I relax you to apologize,
I did it my way.
And thoughts so invisible,
Like they draw a fine line,
Between I’m almost homeless,
After three dimes.
And solely I assure you,
I’m trying real hard,
I’ve worked pushed and faught it,
And can’t catch that break,
But maybe I will,
If we calm the lake,
The busses and cars, the trains and the planes,
The silence gets maddening,
And I know your name.
Today is the 4th, of the 11th, well when,
I succumbed over,
A dollar or then,
Wow that’s the past,
When time meets that force,
The pills that I take,
And the ensuing new wave,
The walk of a lifetime,
Just a month or two late,
And if it could be,
I’d write this once more,
I’d say that love is a virtue,
Of always needing more.
No doubt inside,
I’m truly so hiding,
A curse of the ages,
That seeds it’s residing.
And only today,
I’ll stop it in 12.
I can’t find the time,
Since sound and light do not have a fine speed,
Everything I know,
But nothing in weed.
Clearly one is twenty too, so let’s just fight it, after you dictate a time to rewind the clock to a time where it wasn’t stopped.
Clear & Precise Resumes 