Rolling feet, these walking wheels
Are impartial to such matters.
Uphill roll down
Spiral and fall into
The secret and widely-awakened.

It all comes down to politics.  Never
Part of the partisan, always
Independent of mind control.

Conscious fatigue, future is bleak.  No skipping to the next line.
Too afraid of tomorrow, enjoying the moment,
Why spoil a good thing?  Become accustomed and appreciate
Today,
Tomorrow's sorrow hasn't arrived yet.

Poetry always comes out better when there's something on your mind.  She's
Seeing someone else and it hasn't been that long since things ended
Between us.

That was quick.

I wish you the best.  No awkwardness, I promise.