Two roads

I Always Get Two Lines
On My
Coffee Cup
Two Roads
Sandy And Dark
Fading
At The
Bottom
My Neighbor Always
Opens Door At 7:30
Always Wears
His Beige
Pants
Sandy Pants
Dirty Pants
My Face Always
Has Two Stories
What You See
And
What Others See
But
I Care Less
About Others
My Bottles Are Always Empty
Kitchen Is Dirty
And My
Mind Full Of
Blind Thoughts
Magnificent
It Burned Away
As A Fog
But The Roads
Still Stays
On My
Coffee Cup
Chasing Shadows
Of The Walls
Are Killing My Sleep
And I Am Kicking Knees
In The Stomach
I Feel Nothing
And Then
One Option
Out Of Two Roads
On My
Coffee Cup