sixty nine

The weather’s glorious, but i’m trapped working and working. Gotta try to not let my head hang. Keep your chin up, son, for there’s miles left to go.

I wanted to see
if fire could burn me
so i stretched forth my hand
and gave one heart
You took all three
and a little more of me

The poems are getting retarded. I shan’t do it for many moons.

Trying to keep my head up.