As it Goes

More days at the shelter equals more days at the shelter. It does not seem so glamorous any longer. I am not sure why I thought that it would, since I have been here times before. Maybe the secret is to touch and go.

     another day to early rise
     and think of no lies

Well, that is how I feel lately.

Now for something quite the same.

     Something profound about bitterballen I seek
     Yet find, do I not and think of snot.
     Different they are, yet both in my mind.
     There, in the orangish bowl
     They lay and stare at me.
     Odd it is they look at me
     So much more thay can gaze
     Yet on me they are fixed.