Where’ve I been you ask?
Where am I going?
How are your children?
Growing?
I get tired of games I can’t win
Worthless tokens and relations barred from IRL
I have my own little world
To nurture.
Sweated through a boiler plate summer
Worse for wear but still carry on
Finding the balance between sanity and reality
Sing my son to sleep.
Still find the humor in it all.
