Sitting here having a drink
At the same old place that everybody meets
Same old faces
The same old crowd
Sometimes I wonder
Is this the place for me
Or am I caught up in melancholy
That I forget how to breathe
Am I just craving that breath of fresh air
Where everything is a mystery
With things so fresh and new
Have I forgotten
What it was like to be with you
When we would go for rides
And belt every high note on the radio
Where we would laugh
Until tears were running down our face
Is it just sensory overload
Or working too hard
It is as if I have lost a long lost friend
However nights with are rather quite sleepless
What happened
Did I lose you too
The part of me that I never thought would go
What happened to the smile
That only the self could know
Where did it go?
I feel like crying
But still with no tears to show
My heart aches
But wounds I can prove
Have I forgot to catch myself
When I slipped through
Will I rise again?
Can it be so?
Am I just numbing the pain
From all the years past
Bottling it away
So that no one has to know
What is truly inside
Where the cracks have a slim glow
Really I know what to do
And it's probably just worry
That won't let me see through
So instead
I sit here with a drink in my hand
With all the same faces
At the place
And I just cheers and say
How do you do
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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