hang onto your hopes, my friend.

time, time, time, see what's become of me.
while i looked around for my possibilities,
i was so hard to please.
but look around, the leaves are brown,
and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

....funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
of unpublished rhyme,
drinking my vodka and rhyme.
i look around, the leaves are brown,
there's a patch of snow on the ground,
look around...