While you Have Been Piloting Mickey Mouse Balloons

I’m apt to loaf
About the purer things in life
About how to change the law
Of self, I’m afraid sometimes
I forget, the beauty of youth
Until you look her in the eyes
And stop believing public clocks
And find inner characters
To conform to again
Where I will drop the pamphlets
In my living room
Of all the people I have been
Find sanctuary in the loves that matter
I’m apt to loaf
But I tend to get distracted easily
I abandon plans for the luxury
Of the moment sweeter than anything
A little blood in the sink
Of a life well-lived, won’t kill me
At least I do not think.