The sky is clear. A breeze comes by.
Laundry on the line will be nice and dry.
Breakfast is toast. I’ve gotta run, not coast.
To protect little things in life, I’m a cog in the wheel.
Out of breath. Stop for a second.
Small breaks over and over. I’m tired.
Drink before you pour some more.
I need to quench my thirst before it’s water under the bridge.
My body is a container. It makes me a complainer.
Is it just me, that gets in so much trouble?
Always wanted to be a grown-up.
Tried to stand taller and my Achilles tendon snapped.
The sun sets orange.
I gaze at it melting.
The water calmed down.
My heart sways and sways.
Maybe, I’ll drop by a convenience store before I go home.
I can’t wait to tell you all about today.
I hope I get to make you laugh.