From the Office of Misplaced Complaints

Filed, Miscellaneous: "This Aimlessness is Getting Old": Commiserating and apologetic. Stop. Misplaced, not forgotten, remarkable breath and tone is self-consciously lovely and honey: Take it up to the warden of the same blue sky Say you’re ready restless, epitomize your times. Take it up with your old self who left you to fend For yourself in need of some “else”, some lead Because now you’re on Aimless Highway Revving and scowling out the window sun. Take it up to a mountain, let it end in dust. Or on to the concrete where you spilled once like juice In front of everyone, your soul And left it out there for too long maybe Thinking that you were doing it right like What you saw other people do but It fell short. Who are you now in this time clearing (Happy off course in land of wonders amiss Lost adrift costs accumulate every day try to rejuvenate emulate revive the motivation the sensory fascination of endless less disasters for the educated, please)? Youth used to be fresh, you concur?