Her life's been going from nine to five
Ever since she took that spontaneous dive
Into a different medium, a different rabbit hole
On the quest to find a different life goal.
Her life's been turning increasingly wild
Since she stopped being an unknowing child
- no more excuses, all's given at a face value:
"If someone doesn't know, Leanna, that is you."
Her life's gained the world yet lost a piece
In the thrown-away belief in general peace.
"Dearest Leanna," she tells her tomorrow self,
"Days fly by, tomorrow's falling on you from a shelf."
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.