The ink that is our life
Is either neat or smudged
You need to choose
How to write your ink wisely
Smudged
Screwing your life up
You didn't choose wise
Blue ink, red ink, black ink
Your choice
Choose your poison wisely.
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An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoetryIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
Smudged
The ink that is our life
Is either neat or smudged
You need to choose
How to write your ink wisely
Smudged
Screwing your life up
You didn't choose wise
Blue ink, red ink, black ink
Your choice
Choose your poison wisely.