poem.

THE HARDSHIP

I sit and I think 

But no thoughts come, 

So I return to you, 

In my mind

In my heart, 

Wherever you are. 

I instead 

Watch the world go by, 

Like the fool on the hill. 

Eponymous time waster, 

But, boozing. 

It gives me clarity,

Of a sort, 

Even if only 

About my shoe. 

So it's, 

My life.