my successful mistakes


a dread spread throughout
for a decision can change life
regret will be the only friend
and the wound will be rife

but isn’t it better if it’s me
who is responsible for his own
mistakes that are made on the way
instead of blaming people unknown

so let me face my failure
for success is elusive but nigh
give up myself for a shortcut
my god you must be high


a call out of the blue

i miss my friends
scattered around every which way
i miss my friends

a song overheard
we used to sing together, out of tune
lyrically lazy

cheapest soda
only to get more and more, wasting time
how precious

riding a moped
sitting four with olympian skills
on a flat tyre

not lazy, now crazy busy
gulping pricey liquids alone
four seater, sits one