“There’s something in the shadows
a light so dim i see...

That’s it.
My body is my prison...

Oh gosh
I regret regretting what I always regret...

Oh life…
Oh well...

it is like it is
rules will be rules...

I write and write
to write what I wish to write...

a drink on the brink of falling,
oh falling...

an apple and an Apricot
appear afore an ape...

I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...

I thought I thought
but no thought came to mind...

I want to think
though I think I think...

an apple on a tree
a birdie on a bush...