There are many
Ways, to reach a
Task’s completion.
Some facile and others
Streneous.
I choose to object, and
Obtain more nicotine
For a moment’s
Suspense, and usher on
To new eras.
I chose the easy life
After death was walking
On my tail;
I have no regrets.
However, I am
Bored, to say the
Least. There can be
No, do-over.
I don’t even want
That. I want
Something more
Fun and easy-going
To share,
Even if it comes
Off as dark and
Gloomy.
There’s glitter in my
Gloom, and rainy days
Are evermore reminders
If you ever need
Me.
