Trying to get a glimpse of the future.
Does it get better or worse?
Will I be living in the clouds?
Or barely clean my toes?
If so, I might just as well overdose
On the liquor I'm sipping
On the drugs I'm tipping.
A road that is foggy
Is not what I'm seeking.
But a future so bright
there's a little squinting.
A tall house, cars
A chauffeur I'll call Clinton.
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Poetry-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
