I toss coins into endless wishing wells
That’s why they never come true
I put all of my eggs in one basket
They all crack and bleed through
I walk a tightrope ten stories high
And get distracted by the view
I’m in a room with a gas leak
And I haven’t got a clue
I dye my hair in bleach
And die swallowing it too
The mind is a symphony
And mine is out of tune
Written by Erik Ruof
Storyteller with an extensive list of passions and eccentric opinions. Short stories, hot takes, and pure stream of consciousness word vomit.