Too many things….

To many things

A flaming reminder

Of the man I have become

In glory and with power

I ascend

The weary heights

Of my ‘created’ freedom

I seem to be stuck

With to many things

Like a life that I’m buying

And a class I’m ascending

And a class I’m degrading

Spend all morning in bed

Too tired to take that which is mine

Try to stay within the constraints that is mine

I’m too tired with to many things

How to spend the day

Letting the west world fester through my head.

So I spend some time

Winding through the frosty grass

Sucking up the iced air

And blend into natural progression

Here I am

It’s what I am

A man in a darkened guise

A man with to many things

Not wishing to part with his mobile phone.