Still Sitting, Still Smoking

Still Sitting Still Smoking

Someday Someday I'll get out of here Someday It'll be different Someday all the fighting will be worth it Someday all this writing left-handed and all this writing at all and these moments of nothing but thoughts and this lengthening hair and the earrings and the pot and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours of indifferent oxymoronic resolve will mean something Someday but for now

Still sitting Still smoking