shocked again at your absolute
lack of direction and call
slugging through life
as though near drowning
flailing and gasping for air
hoping to hold on just long enough
for one more breath
then descent
to the deepdark
only to quit and look elsewhere
by 18 lebron was making millions
and all you have to show
is a hiccup of a resume
and a hickey from the last ‘friend’
but more than that
i simply cant understand how a tree
can be so lost
the sieve and the sand 
I identify strongly with this poem and its subject.
i remember sitting with tim in college and realizing that lebron was younger than me, and making millions and millions. and i was just in college. that was a darn depressing day.
none of us are going anywhere compared to some others… just for the record..
I’m going camping in a couple weeks.