nottoday.

Misgivings are the teachers we never listen to.

Todays mistake becomes yesterdays dead dream.

Thoughtless fools surround the mote drowning like rats stuck in the bucket of bad choices

Justify the means, when in fact the means have no meaning.

Self destruction in an academics leather bag packed with carpe diem flying off the ropeswing into the pool of chance

Jump.
What a view.
Knees like rubber.
Alive
How did i get here
Stopped in a seawall of traffic

Actors with no script choosing all the right lines

Cool air, wind
Birds fly north
Theres rhythm in those thuds

Sweating from the clasp
Turn around
Feet to the ground
1 step then another

Home safe again.