there
is no law
been
said over and overnothing found
all the research
turns up nothing
steadily approaching
twelve-sixteen
wonder if it will
truly end
at ten years old
spilled ashes all
over the page
and keyboard
luckily none
got into the coffee
spent nearly
the whole day
alone and didn't
mind at all
other half will arrive soon
so many thoughts
simultaneously
colliding in the mind
hand pen page
keyboard screen
nothing concluded
just wondering
around my own
empty head
worried about money
as always
none of us have
enough to do
what we want
and need meet
in the middle
of one thought
and into the next
another appears
as if invited
we are all being
tricked she screams
there is no law
requiring we pay taxes
as we do
confused staring
at a weekly pay stub
with this amount
withheld
nothing concluded
searching for answers
to the simplest
questions in the hardest
times was and fear
and violence
confused
into believing there
is no other
way back
when it all began
they lied the too
ten years since
twelve-sixteen
randomly throwing
more thoughts down...
