Breeze

A tale of tots

They cross my mind

And easy girls

Could never die

When tongues folded

We’re off our minds

I find

I get

The insensitivities

That plagued in show

Compressed our times

Another beach

Or am I blind?

I find

I get

That I’m irritated

How do I even comply?

With foregone feathers and newfound goodbyes

Untied shoe laces, at least someone tried

Inconvenience is an ease

Where nothing is always just a breeze

Sympathy makes no sense to me

Where the fuck should I even be

I’d like to stay, I’d like to leave

So can I leave, please?

I find it easier to leave.