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"Not Me?"
In the wee hours of the morning
All are gone or in a deep slumber
Left with nothing but your drunken thoughts to surround you
Your mind wanders
Searching for meanings in all things
Feverishly GRASPING for answers
Just a way to comprehend
A way to weld a misinterpretation
Or a way to learn from error(s)
To avert similar blunder(s)
The stars; so close and yet so far this morning
You feel warm
Just an illusion
A sly ruse played by an empty bottle of Jack
Alas you do not hold it in contempt
Rather you embrace it's comfort
Communication is integral
But communicating in solitude leads you down a path of circular logic
"Life is truly a game a chess, a game of strategy...played w/ your entire being inside and out." -Me
In the wee hours of the morning
All are gone or in a deep slumber
Left with nothing but your drunken thoughts to surround you
Your mind wanders
Searching for meanings in all things
Feverishly GRASPING for answers
Just a way to comprehend
A way to weld a misinterpretation
Or a way to learn from error(s)
To avert similar blunder(s)
The stars; so close and yet so far this morning
You feel warm
Just an illusion
A sly ruse played by an empty bottle of Jack
Alas you do not hold it in contempt
Rather you embrace it's comfort
Communication is integral
But communicating in solitude leads you down a path of circular logic
"Life is truly a game a chess, a game of strategy...played w/ your entire being inside and out." -Me