Uh oh, all of my smiles,
All of them were fake,
There's just so much,
So much, of the bullshit,
That I can take,
I prefer that some things be hushed,
But, I'll never get that,
And, that’s just great,
It’s not ever goin’ away,
No, I won't ever see the day,
To be able to erase,
That little public display!
But, hey...
Really, now, that’s ok,
I’m so done with those days,
I only have tomorrows now,
The past is the past,
And, that was like, oh, so yesterday,
Sometimes, I like to sit alone,
With one eye on the clock,
Not really doin’ a whole lot,
Just tryin’ to collect,
All my thoughts,
With all the worries turned off.

© W. Helin