I let the air breeze in.
Theres no relief for my fiery tongue
which is sewn to the back of my brain.
My mind slips up then it all disappears.
I want to be soft and gentle. Not so direct;
Abrasive.
Its hard to see your hot head when you are the hot head.
I am strong. I have will.
Persist and be paid. In gold?
No expectations or measurements required.
Just a comedy of a dream.
Continuous laughter.
Theres an open can of dark matter.
I'm hiding behind.