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.