i woke up and was over it – get in!
almost left, but i’m here now.
not yet gone.
we’re moving on.
this is a masterpiece in the making.
how am i to rid myself of it all?
lost productivity begets wasted space.
i want somewhere to sleep at night,
and basic nourishment should not be too much to ask.
i am looking for this to end;
no more worrying about my tan lines,
and i know this doesn’t mean as much,
likely won’t come true,
but i don’t need for it to:
when have i had time to sort?
which need rearranging?
ohhh, that uneasy sinking feeling…
i should like to visit a professional,
personally speaking,
step wisely – embrace nothing – have fun.
terminally good – back alone – you cave.
