Tooth gone

a little less wise and a whole lot more afraid

split in half under that man's weight

but somehow the pain passed right by

keep my mind off it and on something bright

not sunny - digital - analog sticks in hand

I can hyperfocus if it's convenient

meaning fun

when fun isn't good my jaw fills up again

juts out in the mirror

divot between my brow

the bulging vein is missing

Who knows what we'll grow into

I can retrace my steps to the place I stand

Will that uncover a trail?

Maybe if the sun breaks through the screen

through my chompers

settles behind my eyes

shines a light on what I should be looking for