drawing inspiration from across the street, nature's light is missing though it reflects
most gloom-full days, and i am my happiest
I miss friendship touching on my shoulder
tapping for my attention
Reminding me of my foolishness

We can't breathe the same air anymore without worry
Even though we use to share it
Strangers and what would be foes
a breath now drawn is a breath untold

I saw blood stain concrete today
On the day of the last Trebek
I was triggered and now i'm here
drunkenly writing this garbage

The capitol was stormed this week
By a hurricane of fools
Can we blame them?
Only a symptom
The disease is you

I miss my friends so much
mostly in my twenties
aimlessly waiting
walking
talking
and then laughing about it

what a time we had
now i'm bounded by four walls and a paycheck
lest not forget the rolling chair
I'm still young and dumb
just a different type of fool

Back to Trebek
Hey George - I'm sorry i didn't make it to your funeral
Your son tried to kiss me in my sleep and it broke our friendship
Thank you for the knowledge

I miss the days where i watched you smoke over that ledge
so carelessly and free
telling stories of what your life use to be
flipping your scratch off coin

Little did i know you were clawing for survival
hoping to win yourself a marvel
a surprise
everyday before seven pm