Buddy lived far outside his comfort zone.
And he was prone
To freezing up or buffeting.
Couldn’t say the thing
Words all went miss zing
Like event horizons were everywhere.
They strip one bare
Of the thought you’re thinking
Your thoughts keep blinking
In and out and into focus
It’s no joke us
Senior fellows
Slightly mellowed
In the vat of thoughts life stirs.
Well aged, old Buddy errs
On the side of caution.
He has lost them.
His crowd on a train of thoughts.
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