If,
then,
later.
Exit.
If,
then,
later.
Exit.
There is excitement building.
If a prayer
is said in silence
Then does God
really exist?
Amidst everyone and
the chatter and charge of
Happy Christmas
He, alone in the crowd
thinks
quietly so as not to disturb
or let loose the reflections that others could see
And when it comes
down to brass tacks
the facts having been laid bare, or
at least
presumed for another year
He smiles
of the happiness ahead
and of its when, and where
The emperor wouldn’t wear this.
What day it is?
If you’re not on the first page of google, you might as well be dead.
I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m running out of time.
A problem shared is a problem doubled.
Save me.