inhale me like steam off your coffee cups,
source: songs of the month – feb. 2019 | burgundy bug
drink me when you need a pick-up,
pick me up to wash it down,
be around even though it kills me to see you frown,
drown your worries and preserve your life,
life-rings around this tugboat subject to the currents of inner and outer strife,
i know it’s hard to survive pushing yourself to over-strive,
and overachieve, while internet gurus preach crystals and herbal teas are the key to some supposed inner peace, please,
i can’t appease the referees on my shoulders,
even when baring the weight of the world’s boulder,
bolder ambitions got me wishin’ i could do just a little more,
sleep-deprived, bags under my eyes got me wishin’ i could just lay down for a little snore,
i wish friendships weren’t founded on @s and mentions,
i wish tensions weren’t tethered to my intentions,
responsibilities got me passin’ on my passions,
until they provide an income that’s passive,
then left to wonder if i love the craft or the cash,
the pay’s got my checkin’ myself, dollar signs thrash around my skull, keepin’ me from doing anything brash,
i’ll graduate with two degrees but i don’t know what to do after school,
i graduated early, on the cusp of nineteen, not too keen on fleeing the education system cesspool,
scholarships, but i don’t feel like i deserve ’em,
succumb to alumni, but i skip meetings in lieu of lectured lullabies,
only to skip lectures in lieu of strolls below cloudy skies,
temptation between the parting of my lips and secured between my teeth,
a snake, a butterfly,
i’ll migrate before ever let you see me cry,
i’ll die in shadows only to come alive at night,
illuminated, dancing in the glow of the tv-light,
flip through me like the channels on your tv-guide,
together we’ll tune out my worries like advertisements,
it’s fine, it’s,
fine so long as you inhale me like steam off your coffee cups,
pour another, i think it’s time for a pick-me-up.
Burgundy Bug hugging XtaSeay
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