the end

I learned my lesson
I disturbed my flow into positive progression
and now I can't ever get into the groove of sober creation

Line after line
I wasted all that time
Meaningless efforts in chasing short highs
To know in the end, it's all asinine

I keep feeling all these low notes
Desiring each and every good blow
If I keep that up, I won't have anything to sow
So from here on out, I'll take myself and do a shameful bow

01-2014