trouble getting up
Buzy, buzy, buzzing brain,
one might think myself insane.
I and me are hosting tea,
while future fights with memory.
It is just us so quiet down,
we have no time to laze around.
Reconciliation
I confess my confessions remain
the same.
In my heart and in my brain,
nothing has changed.
My Philosophy does not save me.
My faith does not endure.
I give you this lord Jesus,
I'm looking for a cure.
Icelandic Reflections
Brits seem as out of place as Americans,
in countries with softer languages.
I think I will bring home,
rocks and sweaters.
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