Vanilla tractors leave laden impressions upon Winter fields , hungry Crows forage turned ****-land yield
Diesel fired , mechanical Mules struggling in the Cobalt Blue December morning
Chimney smoke stalling at treetop level , clanging songs of the harrow , frosted furrow , Goose grease and burning , broom sage meadow* ...

Tear me apart
Rip me to shreds
What does it matter?
Break me
To shape me
Into what you want me
To be.

You aren't the first
To try
And I doubt
You will be
The last.

While I will proclaim
"You cannot break me,"
You know fully well
How broken I'm feeling.

I try so hard
To do right
By you
And all
It boils down
To are my flaws.

You are no better
Than those
You judged.

I regret nothing,
Nothing being everything,
I regret that I don't understand,
I regret standing,
I regret crying in front of you,
I regret telling you the truth,
I regret lying,
I regret being me,
I regret having this disease in my head,
I regret having thoughts,
I regret feeling the way I do...

I regret nothing other than living.

Young
Lost
and
Crazy
God made me this way
Sad, without an understanding
I only hope not to disappear
My dream is to show perseverance
My only prayer is to be a purpose that is clear
Some kind of force show me the way
Tomorrow is my day

Coffee in the morning is the perfect way to start the day.
Why did I choose for a week to start it any other way?