Monday

this took too long to write.

if the sky is the limit why am i placed on the mossy grass?
my toes sink to the bottom of this mushroom path, as my
twinkling eye stares. wondering if my future will be as
bright as this lemon or as dark as this past September's time.
dreams will stay dreams till the day you die. don't try and
bring those things with you when you go. only love and
only existence will matter when you are dead. only what you
reached out to and believed in, will be remembered when you
die. don't get too caught up in yesterday's tears, today
is the limit and it is here. speak your mind all the time,
don't let the flies go by if they aren't purple. drink only
real beers and smile only real smiles.

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