Sunday, December 3, 2017

Count To A Million

How much do you love her?

Where do I begin?

Count to a million. Now, count again.

If dreams mattered, really mattered, my simple life would be thriller. Einstein said that an unfettered life lived without excessive ambition and expectations was the key to happiness. Put me at the happy table. Whatever ambition and expectations I ever possessed were heaped on me through projection by some woman who thought she was doing me a favor at the time.

Heck, I'll write 'em all in C, the people's key, and in 3/4 for sadness. The only heart I ever broke was through the radio waves.

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