you punch it whe you're mad
you hug it when you're sad
you punch it because it can't punch back
do you hug it because it can't hug back?
I've recently discovered a hole.
A hole that was put in my bowl.
Me, ball, hoop. Me, ball, and hoop.
When I step onto that driveway, onto that playground, wherever.
That's all there is, just me, ball, and hoop.
No cars breaking down, no girlfriends leaving me for an old friend or family member of mine.
in the world of
gray that color
stay from ash to
turned to ash
soon to fly
though going to