Your like a grape on a vine, just like the rest of the bunch you are with.
Wanting to be anywhere but there.
Away from all the madness.
Trying to prime and fall to the ground before the rest so you can be picked for the punnet or for wine.
You can be bitter or the sweetest of sweet.
Tonight the choice is your as u hand in the night will you stay or let go.
Whatever you choice, when you wake up to dawn maybe you will no longer be sad.