perhaps functions

placed in a town like a good time wandering
evidence of the unpredictability
right now seems so far from the past
having been on a crash course
and then just changing total trajectory
playing with my personal history
should i need someone then a different day will come
future me will be thankful that i do
unless the firestorm inside envelopes me first
none of this year feels real to me
coming face to face with so many memories
takes its toll on the endurance
it will not effect my timeline arc
once the generated display has had its day
now to avoid all these other little robot beings
so i can concentrate on our tiny homestead
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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