I have no reason to write now and yet I
Think that in some special way I might be breaking,
Falling like sand in the hourglass of time that doesn’t stop
You may not be the only choice or even the best choice, and yet this
Is something that cannot be avoided.
A thousand ways to say this, but I can only express myself in
Bad ways. This one
Idea is stuck in my mind, like I can’t get it out of my head.
But of course, what I’m thinking is in the beginning of every line that runs through my head.