Eat.Sleep.Shit.

Hours come in large splatters across the calendars,

White spaces in between are meant for us,

But you are always gone and far from coming.

Replacement fog drifts in the fill between,

A dream from the dreamer's blank screen,

A hope to pass the time from humming things.

Keep faith someday he will return to bring,

Keep faith the halting line will someday ring,

Keep faith knowing faith is burdening the being.