311 - 8:16 A.M.

Stranger flowers yetThere will never come a day that will ever regretThe hours days years and the minutesThe joy the pain the sunshine and rain in itThe drives on the coast to nowhereNothing to say just sit and stareThere's nothing like the comfort of a silence that's comfortableNot talking small just skip the bullThen I find myself in servilityDidn't think that was my abilityI go a yard and a