poem: iii 4:19

maybe
maybe i filled my brain too full
and now i don't know
which direction to go
that feels
like a different reason to be confused

and i say
here's to new reasons
we've milked all the old reasons already
let's revel in the new
and who would 'a thunk it anyway

don't you hate it
when people are vague
yeah i'm talking about me, but i think we knew that

but
i must 'a done something right, huh
and it turns out
9th of march i put tipping point in my library