One down and four more to go but I shouldn't be counting the days,
too many ways to lose myself and I choose to not do that.
Trouble with numbers is, they give you a false sense of certainty when there's nothing to be certain of.
Some beads have gone from the abacus which bothers us (us pertaining to me)
Sally wears a necklace and those beads look familiar to us and to me I wonder is she,,, but no I wouldn't believe she'd take them leaving me unable to count past ten.
My eyes have sunk into my head and my feet are the sailboats that take me to bed and tomorrow it'll be three down and two more to go