knots

Another day, threat level up from orange to red, but deep down I know this third cup I drink is the thing I really should fear. But the things I read and the things I over hear - the things all the people say keep me wondering, but life keeps moving along.

Another plague - another pocket full of posies for the thieves to control. I know I should fret about better things like how I'll make rent, but these thing keep slipping my mind, and life keeps moving along.