Don’t Blink


I don't have an excuse,
nor do I have much of a reason,
I cross streets without looking
and I hate the cold season.

As some think how they
would bid their life adieu,
your sun is shining
and your skies are bright blue.

Let that settle in while
you sit high and mighty
with the sun in your face
and replica of Aphrodite

Not all are as well off
as you might think.
Tonight an alcoholic
has their first drink.

We write our own book
and make our own decision.
Keep driving between the lines
or just swerve for a collision.

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