I am feeling reflective.
But selective.
Think I’ll get high.
Don’t sigh.
I want to be free.
Can’t you see.
Don’t dwell in hell.
Ring the bell.
Time for things to change.
So I rearranged.
The game for fame.
Sounds sort of lame.
It’s my turn to shine.
To unwind.
I get to pull the wool.
I get to be guileful.
Reflective.
But selective.
Dig?
RGH/CDB
10-20-2020