Only By Streetlight, Pt. 3

You know why I drink?
It's so I don't think.
I depress easy
This is my sober moment.
I might not sleep easy
I'll probably think too much.
I'll write a bit tonight
I already have.
This moment is mine
It's not lost.
It's here.
This moment fills the sheet,
Instead of the glass.

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Not Yet

I'm trying to resist It shouldn't really happen I don't even know for sure. It's a good thing Not knowing keeps me from falling Too far from too much.

Washboard Blues

My favourite saying of late Is that I wanna cry. The world has been crumbling around The people The state of affairs The disbelief. I say the words Jokingly But there's a piece of me That would kindly accept A tear... Or two. There have been more days Than less That I could use a reset button. I would start it all again, There are times where I regret Everything. If I wanted to live with no regrets I probably could have done more I probably could have said more I should have meant more. Morbidity Mortality Time... All things weighing me down. There's this sudden end It's coming soon Sooner for some Not soon enough for others But it's coming. If I was to go right now Away Gone Left it all behind... I don't want anyone to think of me After the fact. I don't think many will Some might A passing glance Something to do But I'll be gone Somewhere more To where I'm supposed to be. Africa Asia Europe Or Beyond. I haven't quite decided Yet But I will.

Feel Like Writing A Country Song

I feel like writing a country song, But nobody has died, Not that I know of. The car broke down, Who knows if there was even a girl to begin with, It's been a intraspective evening. I can't play the guitar, I don't have a band, So there's not gonna be any music. I felt like writing a country song, But I don't think there is enough to go on... Besides... I hate country music.

Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

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