Everyone wants a release
Your enemies do too
Everyone wants to find
To find a thing that’s true.
Drugs and sex and music hide
All the pains we wish to share
And soloing on the mountainside
Makes it easier to bear.
In a crazy world gone mad
Life takes swings so fast it scares
Up and down and back and forth
And broken hearts are unawares.
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I find much release in your poems most days!
I hope that’s usually good… for at least one of us, but preferably both.
We must maintain
To feel sane.
❤