When I think about Tom

I stop thinking

Where’s cash coming from

Have I done enough

Are my powers shrinking

All that stuff

Goes out the window

I feel a life all new

And bright, aglow

And joy, reality

Simply bursts through

Into the splurge that’s me

It doesn’t last long

I’m back – the old treadmill – 

But a little less wrong

About the things that are

And a mite more still 

Invested by a star 

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