Aging In Rythm

Slowreader

the truth is i'm having a little trouble

deciding between the prize and money

and it's not like its any easier

with all these people hanging on my next word

in a look not made like this mood

i saw it clearly

but i didn't know it was you

once famous for leaving,

my small brained body

fell into the greatness of a bad joke

still meaning, in ruthless relevance

what i had meant to suddenly start knowing

they themselves don't have an exuse

for what they're doing

just to barely fill their own shoes

so if you notice

that i look like shit for a week

don't even worry

this is just how i wear my clothes

when i'm not

intrigued by first impressions

or swayed by cold rejections

my brain makes castles from sand

but i just do all i can