What of these final evening thoughts
That really wants me to forgive myself
For what conspired throughout the day
Where, I just couldn’t do it anymore
Become a ball breaker,
I always dreamt of an early retirement .
my unfilled bucket lists
The Harley bike I never rode out into the country
Images of it parked near a tree by the lakeside
Like so, I became one with my thoughts
Loud: clapping sound only startle us
Once again, there are those mirrors that surround us.
Watching: and that one obstacle
The monthly mortgaged bill
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
What of these final evening thoughts
That really wants me to forgive myself
For what conspired throughout the day
Where, I just couldn’t do it anymore
Become a ball breaker,
I always dreamt of an early retirement .
my unfilled bucket lists
The Harley bike I never rode out into the country
Images of it parked near a tree by the lakeside
Like so, I became one with my thoughts
Loud: clapping sound only startle us
Once again, there are those mirrors that surround us.
Watching: and that one obstacle
The monthly mortgaged bill
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