pieces of color patched together
noises and horns distracting voices
things i forgot to do
the morning is over the day almost gone
maybe tomorrow something will come
i'll remember what
items in order on small scraps of paper
litter the table and fill up the basket
lists i should get done
thirty seconds a drop and another one passes
videos of humour and other folk's lives
maybe i can skip that
closing my eyes as the summer sun sets
wondering if the road leads anywhere soon
i'd like to know
empty long days interspersed with flashes
moments of beauty i'm caught unawares
somehow i'll make it
folding my fingers to see just a glimpse
perspective beyond these restless hours
i'm almost there
maybe what lasts isn't measured by numbers
currency of legacy in different weights
things i hope to see
feeling the heavy settle into my chest
while lightly i tread through uncertainty
now i'm letting go
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