The Mothman Prophecy

I’m hiding in these words of late,

from things that I’m supposed to do,

towards the keys I gravitate,

to write a rhyme or talk to you.

 

I wish I could prioritise,

and do the things that matter first,

but when I do a traitor tries,

to suck me in and quench my thirst.

 

I wonder if my destiny,

is losing all the things I own,

and living rough in penury,

lost in a maze my mind has grown.

 

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