6.9.14.5.

I'm ready to get rid of some of these bags
and rest my head, let myself sit
deliver the dead with a thanks

and maneuver around the rest.

misjudgment and a ton of bricks
some things hold weight without sight.
raw as the truth still gets ripped
but damn did tomorrow already play us
too busy worrying about that anchor to the past
your only line.

taking no simple direction but they said to follow your mind
once you've made it up
so i still have time and money to loose.
thank you for that.