I have thought of you
A million times this year...

Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five, you are on my mind
With each rotation, it hits harder every time...

Solitude has never been more uproarious
A constant chaos of this and that… never-ending...

She said she’s got a bone to pick with me
I don’t even know what that means...

How irrelevant
Space and time have proven to be...

Rest assured, I’m full of doubt
A heap of timeless love...

A tightening in my chest, words cannot express
The pounding in my head, the voices never rest...

People want purity but does that still exist?
One way or another we’ve all been tainted...

There’s nothing like it - the moment you step...
Just throw your head back, take a minute to enjoy...

A look of stoic resignation
Utter defeat, distilled acceptance...

I don’t have that many wishes
And I don’t have a lot of dreams...

Little bit of blue
Smudge of red & tint of gold...