Tumble weeds. I fumble deeds. I stumble in search of humble needs. Weak crumbling knees - I fold into ream rubble. Bleak waves and swirls seem subtle - Deep struggles indeed, burst my dream bubble.
Muddles of mud beneath my feet. Teams of trouble even doubling whenever I brush my teeth or eat. I’m getting vexed and texts of sex and drugs but each a cheat. I’m leaving tonight so I can find a hut for some peace and sleep.