connecting*the*dots

i think a lot of what once was.
i mean thought…
i shoulda, woulda, coulda… ought.
too many thoughts.
but that’s cool.
i’m strong enough to know i once played the fool,
souped up on self found in the back of my top shelf.
humble hearth is hard to swallow,
filling up a deep soul, yet hollow.
it burns going down.
but that’s cool…
if today wasn’t today
and i couldn’t go on
trying
i guess that burn would kill
make me feel like i’m dying
to shed
the wait of my world
i once stopped on a dime,
pump faked and twirled
dropped one off glass,
jaws dropped
how could i be stopped?
it happened
but that’s cool.
have you ever watched a cut heal?
like time was a tender hand.
nightengale.
the opposite of bread going stale.
clouds roll in and out.
it’s gods clout.
day by day life becomes a route
to follow
eyes wide shut.
except when you have to stop
make an alteration to the deal
replace
conceal
improve
heal…
but that’s cool.