Late Night Quandry

Late night

Worries

Do me no good

Helping my own little

Hope of being

Understood

For many things

I do not understand

As I see through the eyes

Of being a man

Pickle

Pickle days

Today

Yesterday

All the way

From one to another

The days of simplicity

Seem so much further away

Than close to home

Learning to hold up

Now

On our own