on the back of a motor bike

with your arms outstretched

trying to take flight

leaving everything behind

you may tire of me

as our december sun is setting

'cause i'm not who i used to be

i lead an extraordinarily boring life in the midwest.

i could give you a million excuses as to why i don't have anything posted on here...

one of these days, i promise! but for now, i'm just reading.