The inevitable
return
underground again
to ramble
to preamble
to lie alone.
A rock struck stone.
A lair of sorts
" a place "
where these words
get covered over
by cyber-dust
to be shelved-away
in makeshift chapters
that will pair well
w/ what happens
on a day-to-day.
Sometimes sporadic
sometimes enormous
sometimes nothing
&
just sometimes.

Mitigating weakness:
a story to shoppe.

Caught short-sighted
w/ ideas to swap.

Lineage avoidance-
tried, fervorously, to stop.

"What's gotten you?"
(amidst this thickening-plot)

"Happy trails,"
w/ the, "New-Ways," co-op.

Utter disenchantment
from this trough-filled w/ slop.

This class was taught,
and thus begun,
before thought enumerated
an age for 1(one).

Stationary bobbling
w/ no teeth to gnash,
although, curiously affluent-
as green as grass.

Steps, each step,
became like broken glass-
whether left behind
at first stood last.

Each step/ these steps
a collective school-
each within their own
swimming laps...a pool.

Then unto today, whence...
how do we fare?
All unapologetically
w/ a thought to bear.

It would be nice to know
that there's still time affordable
to etch-out some type of belonging.

I'm not quite my occupation,
neither am I my time-off, but
I hack it, on account,
for both occasions.
      
A "plan" would be nice,
but, an "A-plan" is ideal.
           .·°                      
Find the "A+ Plan," though, and
  we're rolling like orbed-steel.

°°°
words do break bones, and
will hurt those-
situated opposite my pen's-grasp.

"Sticks&Stones,"
still remain a meager-threat,
but nothing we haven't thought-thru yet.

¤                    ¤                    ¤
I'm tired of wasting time;
day after day -
continuously plugging away.

These issues of mine,
in short-order, are fine,
but, held-up for a future's bounty.

And for this "concern" that I lack,
since all's under attack,
you'd do well thinking on it until morning.

Plan a trip/set some goals-
anything to relieve doubt
& offers a, "sense of control".

We are all Lords of our own lives:
some Lords will choose to inspire you,
while others don't know how to play nice.

Kindness- it seems,
plays a definitive factor
in the general, overarching, scope of "things".

Paired-up along w/ respect,
and now you'd hold a couple of keys
that'll surely help you when dealing w/
"other's disease".

But, regarding all the things
that I'll never get to see,
will be written from the place
of our collective memory.

Man...
what a day.
Working along the others;
installing until dismay.