For the eyes look in to me
but I run from them.

I light a cigarette
and look the other way.

When I know
I travel too soon
but when I don't
it takes its time to be,
to be with me,
to let inside me.

So I write
and await the time
to let things be,
behold me.

In those last times
all that was done was perfect,
but life is so far from it...

Forget,
forgive and forget.

Times change,
times will always do.

Tired, just tired.

I will prevail
and give the world its tail
for it to go around and round
catching it without.