Stolen nights
and borrowed days,
my way,
like a thief
I make.
Hitch together
stolen time
trying to make a life
of all of these
disparate moments.
Pay to play,
but I was born
of modest means.
I chose
a way
that ended soon;
earlier than I
wanted to.
Somehow I survived
the follow through
and made it here
to you.
Fate knows
I owe
more than my
lot and share.
One day
I’ll pay,
I’ll make it square.
Until then,
I call the shadow home,
stinging together
little pieces
of time I stole.
Wondering
what I’ll have
the world to show.
A man who stole the world,
one moment at a time.
HG – 2019
