It is Labor Day.
the year’s 3/4 gone.
I lost my way,
its been so long,
just trying to get back.
It is Ground Hog day.
Spring finds me
without words to say,
my thoughts flee.
There is a way back.
It is Memorial Day
spent the month alone
wasting time and pay
more sins to atone
Is there a way back?
It my Birthday
I stare at the clock
my candles waste away
no one gives a fuck.
Why find a way back?
sharpwittedfl 