my straight edges gone blurry
careless?
or releasing all my worry?

learning to just be
i've always been in such a hurry
to get up, get out
be doing it all
all the time
and on time
on a mythical time scale
of an imaginary future
and when it all falls apart
cling to the pieces you suture

into some semblance of a dream
but the fragments aren't the same
and you realize the same pieces can't
be put together again
now start all over again