i cutsied my way to the front of your line
but now i can't keep you occupied
i think i bit off more than i can chew cuz
i'm way too old to keep up with you
so i'm getting off this high altitude climb
and trying my luck on ourtime

in my room
I have the plath and trakl poets
it's not as though I'm  sadly blue
I write poems of my own
dreamily dreaming of love and dahlias
and await  the never arrived ourtime  message's
that is today's show of good graciousness