What must come will come my way, whatever left was not to stay, forward has a price to pay but so does waiting another day.

With a bird in hand and a burning bush planned, incident report reprimand, imaginary witness stand, justification ends, judgement be damned, even entropy starts to seem planned.

If I wasn’t meant to be this man I never would have stood again.

Stick it out another day, accept the things that come your way, the only permanence is the time you pay chasing old dust that blows away.