Lost. In. Time. No. Time. Lost. All. Fucks.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck, fUck, fuCk, fucK, fuCk, fUck, Fuck....fuck.
When all you want is time and space, why is it that everyone in your life wants your time and space?
They all act like it's some big race, gotta get to the end just to find the start again. 
Life isn't easy, not meant to be, but that's just the way it is. So you learn to deal.
But they keep tryin' to steal. They're stealin' time right up from beneath my feet. Never saw it comin' or so I said. They knew far, far better when I tried playin' dead, dead, dead dog, opossum  or a coon.
Give it back. Gimme it back because I can't have much more. With no more time to spare, I exit the room and head for the stairs.
Exit. 

I had my chance. The chance remains with me here. The time has only shifted a little on down the road.
I must wait, now. Waiting and patience, I have much practice in these fields. I wait in flower fields of drying paint. The colors melded together long ago. They turn brittle and flake with their age.
And yet, I will pass the days as I always have--no planned rhyme or reason in my current state.
Hope is what I'll cling to as I lay in wait.

 They say.....well, they say it's a man's world.
But it would be SHIT without a woman's LOVE.
I make my own World, a Man's World, but I desire the Love of the Woman.
If my mind/soul/body creates this world around me, then it can bring into existence (attract) the One for me....the Love I need.
Hop on my ark, baby, and let's sail the seven seas with only what we need.
What I need right now, is you.

Banks so ruthless, god's house got a foreclosure.

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