Poems for the zooted and the zonked

Untitled Part 12

I must pick away at the problems

dots of amber

they may ignite the entire haystack if not treated

so what is left of me in this time of settling dust

i know the struggles cease for no man

i no longer fear their inevitable arrival

the conflict of life

 is that for one thing to exist

another equal but opposite force must also co-exist along side it

the notion of which gives no comfort or reassurance

it is a simple fact 

bitches be like

"have a nice life"

bruh, we on the same bus. you straight up gon see me tomorrow.