Colors are fascinating, and so was my life,
the pull of thirst, the call of a drive.
There 'er fancies, unreached, dull and bright.
Likewise, I dreamed of water, sand and light.
And the windows that gave pass to the stars,
were ever open for the eventful and alive.
The roads shrunk in a flick, just one wrong turn,
It was too dark to fight and too late to return.
Now, there ain't much left to save,
A pile of shredded dreams, and my shed turned grave.
Confined by my protection, I feel stuck,
I am busted..
Abandoned by you, my imaginations have rusted,
I am busted..
Left to myself, I feel torn and wasted,
I am busted..
Hey Chris, hi Ana, fuck you, fuck all,
I am busted..
Monday, November 16
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