I'm listening to your foreign conversation
Distracting me from my study of mood rings
- repeating cycles, I should say.
A wide open view of blue greys
Behind pine trees
Density reminds me to reminisce
I shake my head
I think the kid who left - the lanky one
With glasses and greasy blonde hair -
Did it for the sake of chivalry - offering
His seat to me. I like to think this
But probably not.
Maybe he was late to class
And I Am Just
- well, What's your diagnosis,
doctor?

Thank you, everyone!
For all your existence
Some days I wonder how to find
Beauty in all of this - The joy is in
Acceptance, at the end of it
I saw a stream that ran into
A lake escaped into the Atlantic
and then drowned the entire Earth.