actions speak louder than words.
hours and hours and hours, teens twenties thirties
i am getting OLD now.
labor day election day thanksgiving christmas:
winter, the first snows dropping down frigid
from cold grey skies.
do we sleep under the same constellations,
i couldn't tell you any more.
and i keep keep keep coming back and i always
always will, but every time
i regret it a little bit more.
when is it enough, the words and places
and miles and years, when is it going to be
satisfying, pure, drinkable?
i've been waiting, wasting my best on the worst
and i don't know what i have to offer
to anyone any more.
i'm farther than i've ever been.
tell me, are you up for the challenge?