nobody knows
why
the pages are
numbered
they will
someday start to yellow
and a thought
might turn
a bad situation
wondrous
days don’t
offer enough time
to change his
mind again left alone
for now but he
will stop at nothing
can bring him
from his cloud mind
made up to completely
confuse
slick kind
words it’s all right
he understands
what he can
given the tools
he found
long ago it
seems maybe
it was
yesterday unforgettable
a smile he has
never seen…
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