Fall Away from Your Past, But It's Following You

If I knew the formula, I would figure out everything that's wrong with my life and be perfect. I haven't.

But I'm doing my damnedest. I am fighting with all that I have, and that has to be enough. It's got to be, or what else is there?

umbrella for rain

so it cannot touch my head

the street is quiet

darkness into light

falling behind emotion

into what could be

haikus eat long grass

or whatever they can find

to munch between teeth