Sunday, February 7, 2016

the churn

there is always the chase
always the case no matter what you do
stories blurring the lines of reality 
what's truth, who the fuck knows
you count the days and hours
your blessings and your powers
things slowly rot at the edges and the core
but then why the fuck do i feel so sure
about every fucking thing
when reality tells me otherwise
but surprise surprise
i've got rose tinted glasses on my eyes
and it's okay
no hurry
no worry
it's a beautiful day
it's a sunny, happy day
and fuck me if i complain

we all go through the churn some time or the other. 

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