Can someone explain to me
Why all my limbs
Are falling asleep
What will become
Of me in three years time
Will there be enough to
Survive
How much it matters now
Responds with distance
We live for today
Today becomes our future
What happens later
If there’s not enough
We become tired
Almost a whisper
Of our past
The thing that shaped us
Disappearing
What will become
What will become
© GÄ
We say more words when we do drugs
Don’t lob my heart or be absurd
I thought you might be my
Most consistent friend
You know my longest friend
Sort of like a sanctuary
Without the religious parts
Oh, just like one of those
Places you go to laugh eternally
Until your stomach hurts
And they have no order or rules
No effort or strain
For how to go about
Having a good time
Telling us how to live
Following some strict regime
Why did we have to grow up
Up up and away
We’d gotten on so well
Before we became adults
And here I am
Examining my own life
© GÄ
Poétique 