I do not have time for this;
Fail, fail, repeat, repeat, delete—
It is all the same; the sun did not shine;
It is all the same; the sun did not rise,
And I do not have time for this.
And then, again, you feel alone
In the midst of scattered rainfall,
Imagining a lowly Neanderthal, gazing;
The leaves are turning, watch them—
It’s all the same, and that’s the worst bit.