Some Drugs, Time, And Reality.A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston
You know, I sure do think a lot
I wonder about this world and why As time passes and we experience We merely learn how to get high I've learned how to sit in the cold And how to politely ask for a smoke I watch everyone getting older Now we can finally take a joke Never look an outsider in the eyes Or anyone for that, just don't care I am who I perceive they see me as Hell, just do that without me there I find we're nothing without faith A closed door is someone exhausted The world in its beautiful entirety Makes life easier to get lost in it My skin hasn't changed its tone Yet, I sense wrinkles in my brain You make it effortless to write When I can't even stay in my own lane Being multiple decades is tough But reality is a lot of pure fantasy Now, I could be making this all up Or you could just dance with me Most of us seem to deny it Ill be the one to admit the change Escape is the word of these years Stories only require turning the page
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7 Reviews Added on November 12, 2012 Last Updated on December 13, 2012 AuthorRebecca Hope RoustonNeverland, MIAboutI'm Rebecca. My words are my story, your interpretation is yours. Sober since 2/4/2019, with one vacation to neverland. "Free yourself from yourself" - Tool more..Writing
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