Reasons to keep trying

Do you still remember the fuzzy nights And the adventures? The venture into the mountain town of freedom Like free birds or experimental hermits, The dawn of the morning was so beautiful The night was colder yet sufferable I know my heart is still there Filled with alcohol and weed, Every need sustained, bills unpaid, people ignorant to all their problems People ignorant to death's impending doom People ignorant that their hearts will remember the small things The small talks The discreet gazing The pure air The warm breath designing abstract art in the air Cigarettes and melodies All the dance and the trance from the bar's lights A true bohemian rhapsody for the soul A resting place for my mind as I try to find More reasons to keep trying

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