hold on to the fine

back off bellow to the benign

rust once did too shine

watchless without time

phoneless without connection

not going in any particular direction

following the laws of natural selection

no need in attitude adjustment or unorthodoxed correction

spit in the puddle

stuck outside the middle

once never solved an eyeless riddle

playing sad on earths borne fiddle

four seasons past in rotation

never understood the need for a further explanation

smile wild

release the child

sift through dirt

relax unhurt

comfortable bliss

days like this i’m going to miss

this was just an expression

of four seven twenty eleven

rot in peace