Gutter kids, wild fever dreams and frenzied pattering feet.
Head-bang dented lamps, ampersand screaming colors intercept.
Flickering motions, unhinged and unwound,
Misunderstood and misinterpreted.
The ashtray tips, the contents spill,
Wasted opportunity, time turns still. Slinging drinks, play the guitar. Veins full of watercolor and eyes full of stars.
Contemplating and scheming Yearning and dreaming, Stretching and reaching. Always slightly out of grasp, My thoughts are in the future but my dreams are in the past.
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PoetryThe mindfuck of a young adult, learning and growing and wilting and weaping.
