Hyper-change
All the change
I now hate
Is filled with
My bad decisions
Mistakes and screw-ups
Everything is different
For me
It's my fault
My world is no joy
No hugs and no kisses
Boo hoo
So get over it shithead
It's why I chose
To be born
And why I decided
To live
Every time I wanted
To die
That time is coming
For me
So rather than making
It happen
I will let it when it does
Until then
Find a little bouquet
With no flowers
They're all around
It can be appreciated
Even with no odor
The smell of a rose
Is in the dirt somewhere
Barry G. Wick
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