freshly opened beer, stale-fresh thoughts
what is next, nothing new
just dreaming,
wondering what IS next
want so much more than what is traditionally on the table
why is irregularity so hard to adjust to
fear, why does it end up that fear rules us all
I pity myself only for I end up seeming so average
jwookieone 
Jefe…you should keep writing these types of poems…writing can be another outlet for you like mountain biking…but to get down deep and bring it out you have to work at is…just like riding…take care Jefe, matt f
thanks Matt,
I don’t see it as a poem, just rambling, just needing to write something down, almost deleted it the next day, but what the hell right?
thanks for reading
jefe