The sirens are heard coming from without these four walls which enclose me.
And all I can think about right now is Tacos, it is Tuesday.
It could be that those sirens I've heard belong to an ambulance
carrying a loved one of mine--I want tacos.
How self-centered and self-absorbed I've become, but I think it not bad--completely.
My thoughts intertwined yet to be defined and put down on this site,
as the fingers thump on individual letters to produces thoughts
which would not be shared otherwise.
I can sit and type all day, and I wouldn't be bothered because time passes me by.
I am a poet, living like a homeless, educated and hopeful thant life will provide.