Left over exposure. Tap dance to the timing of the sun. Run, run, run. Give. We all want to forgive. We all want to understand how to live. However few of us truly do. I slip into the sound of my humming gut. Dismiss the list filling your eyes, projecting onto my heart. We have only a few days to formulate fate. A moment is fine, an hour is devine. Tomorrow is the rain. Yesterday was the snow. My knees fall to the bliss. My head grows in the wrong direction. You must clean up your complexion of self. Just like I must sweep away my dismay. Today is the day, get off of your ass and live. Your truth is your
youth. Your life is your love.