Hour 8

the come down... free flow from my journal because I haven't been writing anything too formal, but I felt like sharing...cheers!

Wish I could stay

So clear as day

A crisp display

Patterns at play

Parted away

Singular ray

Nothing to weigh

I can convey

But need not say

I’m wasted away

Don’t take it away

Fades back to grey

More dues to pay

Before I can play