Aimless, sifting through moments

On a wish that didn't come

Sun to moon, moon to sun

The proof gets easier to drink

What goes to waste is the taste

The drug of choice was you

The high unaffordable, the destination unavoidable

Reaching hands warmer than what you offer, except

for the in thought of what once was

And those thoughts---we lived!

Urgency pushes, and the force with which we move

slows with the night.... or the end of it

Let's repeat what each said since freedom became

limited----and why?

The answers exist in a place seen but not reached

P is to F as fuck is to punk, and to care...................


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