I am going under


I went out on a limb

and it broke

and I plummet

down with my ego again

down on my downtime

my wait time

another screw up

the flow was good

and now it’s stopped

you’re out and I’m down

till I skip the country

will we connect across continents?

criss-crossing connections?

but this time

will I be on one of those

planes that gets bombed?

or hijacked?

at this point I don’t even care

in fact I almost hope so

as long as the end comes quickly

but in a few minutes of course

or tomorrow

everything could change again

a smile on my face

to begin the next race

with destruction

the ebb and flow

of life and love

bliss and oblivion

the wave of grass blades

bending to the whims of life


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