A bottle of wine away from asking myself for forgiveness,
I did it again, no oops! involved.
pushed myself passionatley passed passionate for something that requires none.
Damn good @ indulgence like it's the map key to where I'm headed.
Good thing I know it's not,
cuz sometimes I pretend that sun shines through my alley ,
even though it's obviously just the reflection of my light bulb on that $4 dollar bottle of Lumbrusco.
And that don't mean the sun don't shine
I just can't see it from where I'm standing
Which in lies the problem. Standing.
ThinkDrinkSitStandStillLayStagnant.
Movement is priceless,Progression.
And I've been warming up to myself through years of intoxication.
it took way too long for me to meet me.
introverted during extrovert conversation.
lost them and found me, which left them without me.
pointless...
If I could do it all over again
I'd teach myself to be more confident during those times that I had no reason to be,
other than "to be."
Thats the key.
Unpredictability. No one predicts as good as we.
we got that, creating futures from past's we've never had, type ability.
It's as if we've forgotten that we could've made that past into any kind of seed.
And we know. we just assume let the ball roll and once it gets going,
a rolling stone gathers no frost
Already warmed up to letting "fate" make decisions.
Maybe I'm just speaking for myself, or
Maybe I'm still speaking to myself, or
Maybe we should catch that stone before we're too stoned to stone fate, and create for ourselves a new next week.
2 comments:
im punch drunk just reading this highly intoxicating passage. kudos!!!!!
There are so many lines I love about this poem friend. Way to many to site. Sometimes I forget what a brilliant writer you are. Then I check breedspeak and I remember. The idea for this website was genius!
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