tire mind

tire mind

tire mind treading without trepidation towards a million different destinations

tireless, sitting on bricks, shitting bricks,

quick to run, slow to rest,

i confess

i hate my mind

‘a mile a minute every second’

damn, that was right on the money

while my mind turns left, in a world of righties

and its only good for writing but not abiding

in love, in truth, in peace, in the other

for, i need to see new

but, what i really need is now,

the truth,

and of course, you. too. the universal U.