Monday, December 16, 1996

nothing concluded 3


doing so much
at the same time
feel as though
never enough
for myself.

happiness is
what it is
but what is it
haven’t seen it
in some time.

purpose
still don’t know
getting from
one day to another
my own advice.

smoke fills my lungs
knowing it kills them
$2.33 a pack
what a waste
of a days work.

feeling as if I am old
still in my younger years
seen too much already
more to come
enough is enough.

sitting on the curb
taking a break
well deserved
don’t want to work
nothing concluded...

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