Tiny Tryptic - Three Decades Distilled

(1)  Lost at U.Va.

 

I drink way too much

Study too little

Stare out the window

Aimlessly fiddle

 

Diddle poor ditties

That fizzle and fade

In short, broken threads

And there goes the day

 

(2)  

Consider fate

And how it plays

With cruel improvidence


It shreds my heart

With broken shards

Of loves that might have been


 

(3)  Minute by Minute

 

Minute by minute, I'm counting the minutes

The minutes that I have left


Subtracting the minutes as they tick and tock

I'm coming unwound just like an old clock


I cringe as each minute falls off the cliff

Vanished forever, into the abyss






 




 



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