Monday, July 4, 2011

In another life I’d be there
Kissing the acrid THC
My frozen feet held tight
Caution to the wind
Guitar in hand

In another life I’d be there
Free to be me
Wild, expressive
Maybe I’d write
More than just trash

In another life
I wouldn’t think about consequence
I’d drink and fuck ‘til the sun came up
And then I’d do it again

In this other life
I’d have a lover who could be
Just that
And break these binding chains
Holding me back

In another life
I’d care what not a soul thought
Not even my own
I’d be impulsive


This other life
The best thing I ever did
An illusion
A dream

I’ll always know
It could have been reality

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