reading his work always puts me in a good mood
reminds me
of how simple words
can bear
complex meanings
how insignificant
ambitions
in the grand
yet not
scheme of things
mean nothing
the endless cycle
repeating
mistake after mistake
until the lesson
eradicates itself
making excuses
telling lies
self medicating
as though
vitality depends on it
/it doesn’t/
leaving
infectious afterthoughts
before you can draw conclusions
but not after
you have already submitted
to the beautiful mind
that made you wonder
why nobody listened
not enough, anyway.