Written by: Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein

The stolen day,

The stolen minute,

Beautiful as a blooming flower

I procrastinate, throwing burning

Expectations in the air, stars of failure

And rebellion. I’m not the man you know

With far-reaching plans and prophesy,

I am no reader of palms and notes and

Guidelines, I’m a simple man wanting

A simple morning, a simple poem budding

From the leaves of self-made Eden,

If only,

If only,

Simple weren’t so damn difficult…