shallow but dark,
like i'm falling from a ground floor window,
it's not right.
waiting for 'there' to be here.

maybe i have time?
i'm not sure why this is on my mind.
not questioning, just stating.
if i stopped worrying about the flies.

one beer, two beers, then that's it.
don't think there's a tick in me to trickle.

if i could just rest in golden times and
let my mind flonder into the layin' clouds,
maybe then.