when its
starts looping
back around
and around
and around
and around
but you keep
riding on
thinking that
these faces
that have looked
and said the same
things
will change
it may be time
to get off this ride
cash out
take those tickets
elsewhere
cause there must be
something beyond
this miserable
blue circle
that doesn’t matter
to anything
outside of itself
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
