There are days when I choose to be unconscious and sleep wins the majority. It’s addicting to lie still and watch reality shuffle out of sight.
sleep
hide under the comforter i try to flee
but i lie and label it a dream
bleak
outlook of the day-to-day activities
can’t believe i kept the kitchen clean
drink
thermos full of ample possibility
hope to make a living week to week
blink
sunlight going down and outside of my reach
hope i wasn’t too much of a leach
how can i be optimistic about my own mission to help others pivot when i’m putting up a picket fence
worry more about the image of my wealth
than a cent
think about if you were given a big set of digits enough for a village would it bring about an ill intent
let it fade to black and curl up on a bench
human trench
– D K T
