The rise and fall of a
sober mind briefly permits
… clarity? Or less, or not?
Those single words are mentioned
and again, but they go the
other way; they are intended to be
heard… I am distracted to whatever
this is; distracted to now.
Tomorrow has come and the
permitted thusness remains.
I am young, I am selfish, I am
cynical; yet, I am not bad.
Experience will change with time
as will I, and maybe I will find my tree
or the reason for the forest.