Everyone Knows, It Shows

Not trying to hurt the readers Or become a poetic verbal ling beater I’ll fade out of the last These ends creep quietly past It starts in fear I’ll give it Another year Then gather all that was said And put regret back Into my head Sorting what can never rest A memory lap Infests Something Someone Disturbed Now bouncing in my head Unconcern Though Listening To every word I keep the ball rolling Instead Deeper thoughts Off patrolling A walk Thanks to the lithium Shake and roll Answers on a limb Insights possibility On the rims My confidence confined Then on the cursing slide A problem to think May drive me to another Mind spilling awful stink Everyone can play strange On their own memory lanes Some houses out of view For what they stand up to Front yard trenches Made of old work benches An old oak tree Breathing bothers me Hard work upsets to need Too busy convincing you