connecting*the*dots

last night i told myself
that i would never turn back
the future was now
and the past was steeped in black
but my head’s on a swivel today
thinking about the mistakes of yesterday
yet around the corner comes may
blossoming the new display
of a man on the rebound of a board…
is that a double stat?
time to smarten up
and wear less than too many hats.

in the morning i awoke
leaned out the window and took a toke
the fresh air brooklyn can bring
no joke
rounding the corner of my initial run
heart beating fast
feeling the awaking sun
one mic blasting hard
and i’m just 1/4 done
breathing long
looking stong
staight ahead
back from the dead
or so i said…