Someone

Now I am someone you never met.
But if you did...
Would I be someone you remember
Or someone you forget?

It's a line

A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...

It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trendlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.

My way

I want things to go my way, for a change, for once. But which way is mine? I don't even have the conviction to pick a way -  where should those poor things go?

It's a line

A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...

It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trandlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.

What would you say if

anyone asked you to speak?