There’s too much talk to what’s been said.
Let’s breathe a little longer.
Pause three beats instead of one.
If anyone complains, maybe they should try it.
Not enough beats? Maybe there’s more.
Four or a score, because the words from your vacuum
Are just so fucking poor, suck riches from the world,
Give no change at the door, only piss for the floor.
Your mind is gone.
It’s gone. Where is it?
Let’s put it back in the center of the situation.
Listen to the rain outside. It’s beautiful.
Your focus is unfocused.
It’s not bad. But, you’re going to make it worse if you worry.
Why worry? We’re not here for long.
Your biggest misfortune is someone’s miracle.
You’re fat and healthy and people love you.
So, let’s breathe a little longer.