Soon I am thirty
Will my life feel different?
Or just my number?
Is life just a dream?
Sometimes it’s like I’m asleep
All my waking hours
Love is a strange thing
It melts away like butter
If you let it cool
Supermarket work
Is drowning in an ocean
Of consumer shite
Life is not too bad
If I tell myself often:
“Soon it will be Spring”
RC 10-1-14
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