Poem By Erik Nelson

How random the things that fill your thoughts,
As you unpack the day while counting ceiling cracks
With everything of yours and friends,
Sometimes it’s difficult to quiet the mind and drift
Then like habit Z’s arrive and I’m gone,
And I’m trying to keep my grip
On that buzz that makes me want to remain in the drift

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