Thursday, March 7, 2019

Break

I'm in a gleeful, giddy hurry.
There's too much innocent deviance
I still wish to accomplish,
and too few hours in an hour.
I feel my freedom looming like a gloomy, morning cloud.
It portends an end to the fun I intend—
The static electric pleasure of doing anything, many things
Well within the law, but just outside the rules.

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