Patience is hard to learn.
I drove like mad to only get lost and found again.
I am ready to work,
I almost want to be a mechanic.
In other places there is trouble.
Regulating these minutes harsh.
Seeking something holy
By wanting an easier ride.
I set my alarm for 7am,
My chainsaw needs fuel lines.
I have spare keys but not for my red socks.
Somewhere in a room
I can feel a lover.
I cannot decide
How I can help them.