Untitled XVI

I sit and I think

As I sit and I drink

And the world races by my window

To-ing and fro-ing

Coming and going

Moving too fast for their shadows

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How they must judge me in my sanctuary

Intoxicated, imbibing

Unaware if my pains are real or imaginary

Simply just surviving

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I sit and I think

As I sit and drink

About the worries coursing through my Life

Once loving now hating

Consigned to just waiting

As I feebly struggle in my combat with Time

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A man must live and a man must love

A man must feel joy

I am no man, a title I am unworthy of

Simply a lost, little boy

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I sit and I think

As I sit and I drink

And silence surrounds me suddenly

Under moonlight

Under streetlight

Another day wasted in self-pity

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