Oh, how could I have been so careless with time? Trying to catch hummingbirds with a hula-hoop.
All the un-watered whims, planted in subconscious deep; inside great empty tiger cages that capture only the echoes, and photographic negatives of dreams.
With a knapsack chock full of stars, and clouds, fully reviewed then abandoned at random. I have been spinning separate from the world; wearing time capriciously on my wrist, fully reviewed then abandoned at random.