Everyday
I wish I was born something else, someone else.
Like a bird, or a man.
Lost time,
I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to myself.
When I find the courage to be selfish.

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Mike Driver
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Everyday
I wish I was born something else, someone else.
Like a bird, or a man.
Lost time,
I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to myself.
When I find the courage to be selfish.
A flower you are
But of what kind?
You stand so tall to take in sunlight.
You weep in the dark, drained from the soil below.
Do you grow petals that fade and fall away like tears;
the pain of the incidences of yesterday?
Do you bloom so slowly that time was built around your existence?
Does it speak with soft words…
Rolling off the drums that beat no rhythm to our ears.
You rot in a spot of calm and silent.
How wonderful will be the end of all things as the body destroys itself.
A flower you are,
But of what kind?
i did this, i did that.
i took pictures in the park
i picked the fallen leaves
red
yellow
orange
purple
i collected them in a paper bag
after leaving the park
i went to the market
i bought a string of christmas lights
it was a blinking light with yellow colour
i went home
i decorated my room with the light
i need a christmas tree
i did this, i did that
In my darkened room, arms around my knees. That’s all I remember.
Arms around my knees, no tv, no music.
Divided you stand, lonely you exist. Sober days pass and alcoholic pleasures take their place.
I don’t know who I am anymore
“I am about to call it a day”
I’m not a person who knows love I don’t think it’s something ill ever know