I got so God damn tired.

Working. Banking. Chasing Quest.

Even the fortune telling lady.

Said, “Stop, son, might I suggest?”

I was dreaming in the meadows.

With milk honey, maybe more.

Where all the sales are on discount.

Nothing’s rotten to the core.

I was running, waking breathless.

My cock was in my hand.

I was lonely but well rested.

And nothing more was planned.