How did we end up here.
With life in our hands.
How did I end up here?
With a life in my hands.
The choice of a choice I know I'll take for granted.
I care more for a get off than reasons to plan it.
So here I am with you again.
Another night I'm lost in.
Beside ideas that make you up, I predict again to be lost in.
In this life I sin, because in my last life I praised.
It's a college night, and here's a toast to my college days.
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Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
