drink up, realize.

by veepho

It may be twenty one three,
It
may just be the air,
All I know is,
every
body’s not right up there.

There’s no certainty.
n
o clarity, not much more than a gut,
instinct drives…
you ou
t of a rut.

Follow the path,
th
at never gave in,
it was you who allowed them,
to give
it hard spin.

I never really wanted much more…
than a dice,
we didn’t luck out,
bl
ow a hundred chances and a vice.

xx

-V

anxiety

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