reckless
the recklessness to go on
the recklessness of dirt and water
death
the sun coming through
the bus window
is hell to me
is heaven to most
warmth
but i’ve always been cold
humanity
one problem at a time
humanity
playing the endgame of idiocy
somewhere there is a cold beer
waiting for me
wine
my woman
a meal
the night
salvation from these
thoughts
the recklessness to go on living
knowing what awaits you
again the next day
will not kill you
but will only
make you think
that it could.
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