Endeavor

Swelling up prune such reasons to scorn, rodents gathering falls acorns, and grazing on just the farmers corn. But winters here so move along, weeks grew old now the summers gone occupy my pocket for its been long, sticking pins in sockets doesn’t seem to wrong, there burning my wallet till all its ash is gone, & probation telling me not to look at a bong. Tell myself to keep going on. Keep yourself together & nevermind the weather, though this razor wind severs pain is not forever, let the brain flow clever, on a running endeavor.