my motivation of ice and
broken bone is slowly melting.

          here i thought i could
           but, alas, i can't.

i sit at home, trying to get my vacant mind
to start to fill with words and the will
to find something to keep me busy.

but what could i do/
but what could i say...

oh what could i ever do and what could i ever say?



i am tired.
and this is no excuse.