Acute to the place from where my regret will stem
It's 4:30 AM: my thoughts condemn
Anxiety floods my synapses
Regret is a dish best served deceived
With my own two ears, I heard the truth
But, I still had not believed
I speak from a place of squandered ambition
Of fecklessly feeble, and imprudent volition
I buried my treasure, and forgot where it was when I turned around
Indulging my sloth, my lust, and pride
My conscience was seemingly silent
Though many times, I should have died
I sold my costly soul at once, to buy a gin and tonic
Hello my name is Adam, and I'm a hopeless alcoholic
So, at 4:30 AM: my thoughts condemn
And, my tenuous will fell asleep already...
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
Acute to the place from where my regret will stem
It's 4:30 AM: my thoughts condemn
Anxiety floods my synapses
Regret is a dish best served deceived
With my own two ears, I heard the truth
But, I still had not believed
I speak from a place of squandered ambition
Of fecklessly feeble, and imprudent volition
I buried my treasure, and forgot where it was when I turned around
Indulging my sloth, my lust, and pride
My conscience was seemingly silent
Though many times, I should have died
I sold my costly soul at once, to buy a gin and tonic
Hello my name is Adam, and I'm a hopeless alcoholic
So, at 4:30 AM: my thoughts condemn
And, my tenuous will fell asleep already...
Guess at what time I wrote this?...
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