Undone
Monday Tuesday WednesFriday
Sat and Sun I come undone
We go on breaks and stay up to late,
thrown into the motions, while emotions
find new fuel for there longing to be free.
two months two days, I gra du ate.
May 1, the fateful day we sign our lives away.
Or we continue to flounder in a free flow pattern.
Make some money, hunt for a honey
to mine out meaning from the menial.
Monday Tuesday wednesfriday
Blast! Here comes Thursday seeking revenge
despite our best efforts
yesterdays activities remain memories clouded by
day to day to day
One to two, three to four
please sir, can I have some more...
time.
Bailout, word of the year yet we get no attention
left treading water, left to wonder
when the political game reaches the practical
beyond distant fame, someone to blame.
Stuck in a lame video game
jumping through hoops, level to level,
in a world with no emotion.
I shot you for bonus points.
Stole your gun and your girl.
just to take what I could.
it's a fleeting romance
a futile adventure
Monday Tuesday Wednesfriday
Sat and Sun I come undone
These are the chronicals of Jordan Wolfe. My life wide open, shedding light upon my stuggles, my victories, my questions, maybe even my plans and dreams. I am not much for spending my time on the computer so it may be sparatic, but I am all for being connected to people. So here I am, Jordan in the raw.
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