11 march

cart before horseplay the way we mean to tell but we spell our words incorrectly and fall directly through the floorboards where we've stored our mistakes under lakes of regret and we've met our guests at the boathouse that routes passengers to the far shore with much more than the baggage they packed and the mud that they tracked goes on like strongarmed sailors wailing after taxes and carbon dating their oldest memories with dependencies that breeze through the nevermind lanes