My hearts not in it
The bullish truth is the bear market
The spark is gone
Because the fire was fueled
Burned out.
I’ve been growing and shrinking
Thinking and winking and linking my arms together across my chest.
Counting my blessings I love best
And burning bridges to protect my island.
I’ve been here but not in spirit
A quiet peruser, a barely registered user
Checked out checking out, checkmated against my better self.
The flame crackles the end of another cigarette and my regrets inhaled on every sweet puff.
Somewhere you lost me there and I’m never coming back,
Not the star eyed boy you knew,
Not the dew eyed poet,
Not the raging tiger at your throat or the braying mule at your bedside.
Hopefully the flames subside and we can see again without smoke in our eyes.
Hopefully the feelings died, and this will be easier on you now.
