4

It's all fun and games really
Growing into a man with no direction
Searching for inspiration
Or a belief in anything other than the next evening
Drinking alone, listening to the same poets
Singing their hearts
Wishing it was me

Searching for that song
That song that 'gets me'
Bottles me into 4 minutes of heartache
Chords converging into a crescendo
Rising,
Falling,
Until silence,
Nothing is gained or lost,
But this late night becomes meaningful

Maybe one day I won't spend my time
Fearful of the future
Regretting my past
Terrified of tomorrow
Yearning for yesterday

Time makes whores of all of us
Begging and clawing
For a day when we weren't so fucking alone

All I know is that there is no future
How can there be?
In floating this bottle out to sea
For someone... You know who you are
To take notice, and save me
Spending but 4 minutes (or less)
Pouring my heart into this poetry
Some stupid message to an ocean which drowns me
Drunk again, watching the same repeats and music videos
I pray for a better day tomorrow.