The orange bus left with my flowers.

I blinked and suddenly it was gone.

I was still seeing colors on the sliding door, and then I realized it was a dream all along.

Take some time off; I know you need it.

Tell your baby grand goodbye.

Tell your body that you’re leaving.

You’ve already missed the time of your life.

I take my sorry self to buy some weekdays, but the salesman says, “we’re all out”.

“All the outlaws have decided to go digital.”

And I’m sure that makes my baby grand proud.

Now I’m sitting all alone in a foreign field.

And the strawberries have long come and gone.

I decide to talk to the power lines.

Where did it all go wrong?