Sailor
by
Brandon Dues
Night
Lonely like a lost child
I sit here and wonder if I’m any different
No direction
No purpose
Consume and be happy
Stay on path
Achieve the goal
I stumble to my room.
Collapse dressed in rags
I think about what was said
Who’s responsible for these antics?
Where did these inappropriate thoughts originate?
No purpose
No direction
Impulse
Inebriation
All just excuses
I doze off
Come to shortly after
The mirror
A phantom stares back at me
Red eyes
Slight smirk
Completely full of himself
A shadow of his former self
All in fun
But where does that lead?
How far will it go?
No future
No direction
No purpose
Where does it end?
Sleep all day
Play all night
“The wicked shall be punished”
But isn’t that all relative
Sex
More Sex
More sex with different people
Death
Past transgressions
Risk
Reward
The dark side
The illusion of confidence
The fallacy of arrogance
“Creativity is currency”
These are the thoughts that I think
This is the life I lead
And
This is how the world ends
by
Brandon Dues
Night
Lonely like a lost child
I sit here and wonder if I’m any different
No direction
No purpose
Consume and be happy
Stay on path
Achieve the goal
I stumble to my room.
Collapse dressed in rags
I think about what was said
Who’s responsible for these antics?
Where did these inappropriate thoughts originate?
No purpose
No direction
Impulse
Inebriation
All just excuses
I doze off
Come to shortly after
The mirror
A phantom stares back at me
Red eyes
Slight smirk
Completely full of himself
A shadow of his former self
All in fun
But where does that lead?
How far will it go?
No future
No direction
No purpose
Where does it end?
Sleep all day
Play all night
“The wicked shall be punished”
But isn’t that all relative
Sex
More Sex
More sex with different people
Death
Past transgressions
Risk
Reward
The dark side
The illusion of confidence
The fallacy of arrogance
“Creativity is currency”
These are the thoughts that I think
This is the life I lead
And
This is how the world ends
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