Goodbye to the year many loathe,
Goodbye to memories lost and found,
But I'm still tired.
Getting twisted in a daze,
Shooting pool and throwing darts,
Don't lose my water.
We all hop in,
We all roll out,
Like the year before us and the year behind,
Don't look down.
Maybe I am that hero.
She does tarot and he does reiki,
We three pagans in Vegas,
Like the Album by Metric.
Friend drives so he's sober,
Leaves us with her till we're sober.
Good job not getting too wasted.
Sister's friend is completely gone.
So is she.
We few lit up a little,
We few let up a lot.
Sister falls apart,
I do my job all morning.
Maybe I am that hero.
Now it's the year and morning after,
And I pay the price to dance another year.
Something feels real for once.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoesiaThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
