Okay is a grey thinking droll,

That sails his thoughtless ways through cascading fadeouts,

Of some kind of blissful past time.

I cannot recall the thinking droll as some kind of beneficiary;


He remains intact aboard a sinking ship.

And he’s so thoughtless!

Why he drags on like a drunken fool.

But there is some sort of tone in his voice,

A bittersweet, staid whisper,

And he lays me to a hammock,

Where the skies are partly cloudy,

And things remain okay,

For now.


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