It Ain'T All That Bad

I sank into the depths of marbled Frustration. Canonized in furrowed gasps, I claimed my own footsteps were thieves. We all skulk slunk-shouldered to the same sorrowful shore. Though it ain’t all that bad. Look through the lightened leaves The maple glow will warm your Foiled, flagrant, tired eyes. If you are not your own era, Bring your illusions to the foreground and Castrate your deadened pride.