Yesteday...

Poetry to b***h about life.

Seems like just yesterday, 

that I had it all figured out

where I was going

without any doubt

I had a plan

until I met a girl

I

let 

her...

change it all

Since that time, 

I've felt lost

floating down the river 

of whatever

content because I'm no longer

putting up with her s**t

that she made me think 

was my s**t.

What the f**k was that all about?

Author's Note

Trying to get the words flowing again after too many years of silence.