Grains

Day 27: Definitely not writing a nursery rhyme. I really don't like rhyming.

This whole world
looks like a commercial
from the eighties.

I spend time
conjuring foggy excuses
to get myself out
of light commitment.
It makes living
much easier
on the weekends.

Opportunities
pass me by slowly
like cars in traffic
or grains of sand
dropped one at a time
from my palm
on a beach vacation.

This whole world
looks like it's missing
a color spectrum.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Surfer Blood, Take It Easy