Sleep with your demons
lie to your angels
****** your gods
for none of it matters
outside the worry
of your existential crisis

so pray if you must
and believe what you will
and most importantly
love and be kind
and be kind with your love
for life is short
and the moments
know only how to flee
continuously and constantly

days turn into nights
and nights turn into day
and its all in the blur
and the turn of the world
and distractions are the trend
of the living
and I can only guess
the regret of the dead

what does it matter to dream
if we don’t bother to live our dreams
what good is love that is not given
without expectations or returns
love is not to be bartered
or bought or sold
it has no exchange rate
or place on the stock market floor
it is only gold in the gift of giving
and the blessing of receiving

so sleep with your demons
lie to your angels
and ****** you gods
and do it all
with kindness and love