Tick-tock, ‘round the clock.

Do you ever wonder when

the world will stop?



There’s not enough time

in this short life that we live

to not eat good food.



While your mind wanders,

night sets in; but you can still

picture the sunset.


Yard Work

With dust in my pores

and dirt soaking in my hair,

I feel at home.



Consume the hatred,

let it flow through you like rain,

but don’t drown yourself.



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