Hours and minutes always
Little big screens turnpikes
And grooves on shoe bottoms
And the financial center is what it is.
I continue to be what I am,
Hopeless, hopefully pessimistic
And a lunatic pragmatist cynic
Love freak die hard writer of nonsense.
Waiting for replies that shouldn’t ever come.
Writing my own ticket to destiny.
Seeing double.
Go to bed.
A new day, a new Monday.
Blessed man, blessed coon hound,
Blessed parents, forget all these shortcomings.
Set the doctor appointments.
Forgive as always and forget.
Move on and have something to hold on to.
What does the future entail?
I wish I knew sometimes.
Just a teeny small ultimately forgettable amount
Of you.