Do You Still…?
I often wonder, where are you now?
I'm all ears if you ever feel
Like describing the walls
Closing in on your spirit.
I remember when we were kids,
You'd spend your nights talking to God;
When did you learn that your faith
Was better off SWimming in wine?
Was losing your mind, ever a choice?
I want to know how long it took
For the mundane moments to mask you.
We're all forgetful creatures by design,
But I often wonder,
Whatever happened to that box
of feathers and photographs,
and do you still smear cigarette ash
into your clothes...?
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