he
may not have it
all
figured out
still
learning as he goes
onward
and deeper
into
random thought
sinking
deeper
into
the chair
with
every minute
getting
closer to a time
when
he's got to rest
more
thought
tomorrow
what
is being
written
mind wandering
far
across the country
nothing
concluded
as
the days start to tease
the
population
with
thoughts of spring
months
less smoke
he's
lost in a sea
of
his own ideas
can't
seem to pick up
and
go thirteen years
later
and nothing to show
so
many have heard
and
exchanged words
and
ideas how many
respect
the man he believes
he
has become nothing concluded
four
books at once
a
million directions
shaky
like the speed
of
sound loud like
the
light from above (below)...
