Spring ding ing..
And so came spring Not sudden But like a DING! I’m tired, but not in a way that aches. More like a lamp left ON at dawn.. still glowing, just done arguing with the dark. More chilled out now, Just an audience of the madness.. The world ablaze But I'm in my haze.. No heckling, no clapping, just letting the scenes pass between sips of air.. Tonight, I sit back, too bored to panic, too aware to run.. Let others have the pomp and fame... while the noise forgets my name. Not giving up, I'm just resting the soul. -_-