empyreal picayune

seven stairs to seal my fate,
from here to the race away track.

I am nothing but a man
on a mission to not
mention my wallet. 

happiness has me 
by the balls.
I want to be happy, 
but I want to let go. 

the mean 
is not easy
to tell
the truth to. 

there is no way
to turn back the clock;
it's gonna tick til it stops,
or I smash it with a hatchet,
because time is just a construct. 

I hope I get
to see October.