hand me down
released and found
another scattered day
around
less talked about
calling on depths
foregrounded keys
thought more of
replied
when do I
ten years
along this road
one day
at the end
i'll still be retreading
retyping
reading back among
more forgotten now
than ever before
another slip
i've ridden and
admitted and confessed
i say
bored scared unsure
this is what i will be
another day in years.