Such a funk
yearning for the quick fix
gather the tools beside you
the entry is here
are you feeling entitled?
worst worn suit
feels tacky like gaffers tape
be real for this is the ONE only short
nothing excapes
new youth feels like glory
stuck upon the holes of might
just like hot irons
soothing the skin
break the water under peals of steam and laughter
keep it real
are you going into night again
seeking the feeling?
looking for the light and hoping
blind luck wins out again
when you wake upon
the shoulders of defeat
it shines like crystal
is the desire trustworthy?
is the line anew?
are there spiders in my coffee?
is there enough room to lie down?
do you have the courage to lose?
-bk
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