Ok. Here’s something to keep you occupied.
And a little something I wrote that kind of goes hand in hand with that little video and little song.
I caught forever
in a butterfly net.
& tossed it in a bottle.
I hid it amidst the other six.
It kept me sitting,
half comatose,
half willing to continue,
this way. This life.
To continue my apathy.
To continue as if nothing,
was happening.
The bottle tipped over
& forever flew away.
I went for the butterfly net,
but stumbled,
leaving me sprawled on the floor.
The books closed, the beer drank,
& forever fluttering away.
P. L. and R. If you can still stand up.