random and meaningless rabbit holes
who didn’t I love more than you
all those years
locked inside my box of fears
going out and about
acting like everything
was picture perfect
all the while holding in the truth
leaving house after dark
I say it’s time to meet the boys
gonna play some 8 ball
and swallow pints of beer
you remind me
there’s work yet to be done
yet always I make it there
somehow you knew it was just me
and my imaginary past
tugging at my shirt tails
plotting and scheming
and luring me away
promising to show me places
most men never dare dream of
november two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserve
jdubqca 
I love how this moves and sounds! -Alan
Thanks for visiting and sharing your thoughts, Alan.