Making a classic move
To run, ruin, and destroy
Across the years of a desperate fool,
It must have felt so gratifying to you
To know how much you may have
Crashed into this unforseen future
While the sharks were circling in the wings
And only a few hundred ways to
Forget everything you thought you knew before,
There are three people around that
Make a choice and all of them are you
But when you can only get words
Dripping with emptiness and sarcasm
You learn to raise up the shields
And be on your guard as often as possible,
Because everyone
Has someone
But you cannot stop someone
Who needs no one


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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