My lost friend
Where is my friend? I left him outside.
We used to start every night with my unfocused sense.
Maybe call it a buzz. Yeah, that’s what it was.
It would take me away to a place full of wonder
Then the feeling would fade unless I was made – another.
I guess I’ll drink to my brother.
The hard work of the day drove me back to my friend.
Then in the night I’d be left with no fight
The spirit just ended.
And I didn’t feel friended.
I dismissed my old friend who was part of my life
And my culture, relation to drunk poets and artists.
I thought I would mourn but there was no major hit.
I just kinda stopped. Now I don’t give a shit.
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