Some other days...
In my right mind i am perchance servile to destiny in my gluttonous state i envy time asking for more on some other days i ask no one, i tell no one my dreams split open like an egg nicely done in sepia in my head but then can i run, as hard, as fast as he wants me to go will he let me ease up just a wee bit take a breath let me look at the falling leaves squint at the tinted sun while i run past my lives several of them lying by the highway as i pass them by