#alcholic-bard

[alcoholic-bard]

I’d be a poet but the words don’t fit quite as well as bubbles in my mouth

I’d write a book but my thoughts won’t fill the pages in ink like they do my mind when I think

I’d run a marathon but my breath can’t flow as free as it does when filling lungs with smoke

I’d paint a mural but the colors don’t blend like they do on the inverted side of my eyes

I’d play the piano but the notes on the keys stretch further in my ears than my fingers can

And I’d be somebody out there but it’s so much easier to just be me in here