Darvon CocktailA Poem by Hunter Zabbai
so stressed and f*****g depressed
nothing's left. what's next? look to the news, or look to the sky or look to anything that gets you by politics and religion and fortune and fame all of these things can drive a man insane so calm yourself, because I can't stay in a world where I cannot play don't worry about it, and don't cry it's my fault that I'm going to die I've set myself up, while you stood aside in your own life, thinking you're alive and all of this is real, and pain is what you feel but sedated and medicated makes the pain unreal but the wheels will keep on turning and my future is still burning bright, or down, right to the ground to start it all over again and make my momma proud i won't go out this way again just keep to myself and be a simple man when the wind blows me on a new path i pave the fountain of youth is where we all shall shall bathe don't be late, or yourself you'll hate and that's true for all of us, escape from the relations that all of us share only a color or standpoint make us feared like a god, with angels and devils collectible cups and stomach unsettles to be a big star, you wanna go far but don't burn out before people figure out who you are before you figure out who you are if we all stayed true then there'd be nothing left to do but alas, we all make mistakes it's our human nature, and we just replace the ones before, and the ones to come never knowing where we truly come from or where we end up, but why does that matter? quit spending your life trying to flatter your answers to your thoughts unquestioned maybe then we'll learn a lesson until then, it'll begin again a perfect life covered with sin we're losing more, just like before one last night then I'm out the door it was my final time, i know it's right time to take control of my own life
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Added on September 3, 2010 Last Updated on September 3, 2010 Author
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