the soundtrack to my year

the soundtrack to my year
is not a hit
but it grows on you.
like the cold hard leaves of ivy
that creep up the walls of
those english cottages
all the folk
buy
and can't afford to restore.
the energy of beiber.
i shift
gears
effortlessly
in a clumsy and
often unsafe manner
which thrills the girls
and makes friends
weep and
often
turn away.
the soundtrack to my life is not available
but it is out there,
stirring fast
like too much sugar in coffee.
no fees.
just costs.