Saturday, March 11, 2017

As You Were(n't)

I dreamt of relevance, nightmares come true
Floor of the pond, not a swim
You be the church, be the organ, the pews
I'm an outdated prayer, an old hymn
I watch the rafters, like answers are falling
I act as though magic is real
Back when pretending was just all the rage
Back when dealers did nothing but deal
I called on opulence, waded in wonder
And dawn wasn’t “if”, it was “when”
Now I know better, I live in the letters
Truth is that some nights don't end
Some rains fall harder than others, and sometimes
The punishment outweighs the crime
Youth is all wasted on those who can't miss it
On those who still live in their prime


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