Spending money
Likes it’s funny
To be broke
Giving up on myself constantly
Like it’s fun
To be constantly searching for hope
Giving up
Just to get up
And try again
And
Again and again
Burning bridges
Like being alone
Is the only way to live
Asking for forgiveness
Like someone is listening
Paying my dues
Paying my respects
Cashing lifes lessons like two week checks
Trying to accomplish little things
So I can build self-respect
So focused on building up myself
I neglect
Everyone else
Like
My friends
And my family
They say a good man has no enemies
But how can that be
When I have so many of them raging inside of me?
Dirty shoes walking down the street with nowhere to be
Carefree
No one to go home to
No one checking-in
Is he alone or free?
Alone or free?
Free to be anything
Free to go anywhere
But no one to go with
No one to become something with
No picket fence
No soccer games
No PTO
Just a man alone on his throne
Just a man with a plan that no one else seems to understand
Just a soul bursting free from the body
Just another shitty copy
Only a loner
Stoner
Midnight boner
Free roamer
Story teller
Another strange poet
That had it for a moment
But couldn’t hold it
And he was left chasing novelty
As if finding a muse like that again would make him happy
Oh oh oh well
So many wishes down the wishing well
So many crazy chicks
That want the world
And too many good girls
Who got played
Too many serious people
That don’t see the world as a stage
Too many men full of rage
That don’t have a cage or a page
To bleed on
Another word-smith
Lost in the flow
Lost in the stream of thoughts
His words couldn’t be bought
So he faded away
Becoming an after-thought
And soon everyone forgot
What he tried to be
What he tried to do
Everyone forgot
That he was you.
CH 8/27/24
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