won’t even turn it on
hardly care what the latest spin
is making him crazy
planes rumble overhead
cloud cover nearly a month
older now he sits
contemplating the rest of his life
here tonight sirens blare in the distance
between here and there
is always too far
he is not so much worried
but obsessively cautious
time slips into endless
tomorrows always taking
a step backward
from time to time sitting on
the curb to enjoy the sun
pieces in a puzzle causing
a refocus onto what’s important
and what is only meant to distract
the headlines read
only doom from now on
mouth pieces for the stinking rich
the oil empire what they have become
he can’t stand to believe anyone
of the millions wanting peace someday
in this lifetime or
will it be war from now on…
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