365 3/26

You can say I was on anything but a roll

If I had a conscience, well, I just might blow my top

What would I do with it anyway

Maybe take it to the pawn shop

365 3/25

Oh, these are the days

These are the strangest of all

These are the nights

These are the darkest to fall

But who knows?

365 3/24

And yet the men joke, laugh, stroll across the foot-wide beams as though they are on solid ground.

To the people on the sidewalk, tiny as ants below, the sky walkers appear entirely unafraid.

365 3/22

I don't know why, but I keep thinking 

Something's bound to go wrong

But she looks in my eyes 

And makes me realize