I will be right here putting all my eggs into one basket.
Sweeping sentences into the corners of my cranium.
Shaking cobwebs free to feather along some light breeze.
Past ancient ruined relationships, gone, sunken under open water.
The proverbial boat, without the paddle, rocks left, rocks right.
In mind, there is no turning back, perhaps just spin, one arm broken.
You worked so hard for what you got, welcome to all your stuff.
Let us go for a stumble, spilling beers down the front of our shirts.
I will skip across the waves like a flat stone to meet my burial at sea.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
I will be right here putting all my eggs into one basket.
Sweeping sentences into the corners of my cranium.
Shaking cobwebs free to feather along some light breeze.
Past ancient ruined relationships, gone, sunken under open water.
The proverbial boat, without the paddle, rocks left, rocks right.
In mind, there is no turning back, perhaps just spin, one arm broken.
You worked so hard for what you got, welcome to all your stuff.
Let us go for a stumble, spilling beers down the front of our shirts.
I will skip across the waves like a flat stone to meet my burial at sea.
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