A bleeding heart beating hard– fleeting are the moments when the spoken can impede upon the hopelessness and free the marred,

With the eyes of a child lifetimes are designed,

Written is the plot, now to live it is a lot how

Does time fly when it is tickin’ in a watch why

Is stickin’ to the script not a choice, I surmise,

Since birth,

The baby was defiant,

       No science could define it,

Breath____held in no crack in the smile,

Death____hoped for cuz the job is a bore,

Debt____accumulated from the want of more,

Wet____behind the ears, naïve to the core,

I have a better idea.  I will choose my outfits first, iron them, and then get ready for the rest of      my day.  I will practice guitar, iron, shower, get dressed, go to Aunt Ell’s and leave from there.