Ready, to go to work.
by the end of the dayI need to walk out from all the rooms where I wander to dream.
This afternoon,our eyes caughteach otherlike different poles of magnetdo
The chip in the muglets my lip know the sipping side.Burnt beans and water markthe morning begun.
Maybe ‘God’ is an ‘atheist’and that’s why‘We’ don’t ‘believe’ in ‘ourselves?’