Well let me see
Today who will I be?
A poet, a scholar
Or chasing that dollar
For more of the thing
That makes our hearts sing
The devil, the destroyer, the sin
Racking up another counterfeit win
For what could be more false
Than needing chemicals to find your voice
I’ll pass on the temptation
Find a better deviation
With the soft caress of wise words
And the thoughts in my head
As I float on my cloud
Until the fiends that surround
Tear me to the ground
For as long as it takes to navigate the day
Essentials taken care of
I return to my lair of
Learning, language and solitude
The sweetest fruit to be had without sin
During this time of incarceration
Where I plot my return
To heaven up above
And the promise of love
That sustains me in the darkest of places
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