We grew up watching wrestling now they smoking dwayne Johnson
It’s Hard to kick a bad habit
they show no concern until it’s their son or daughter how tragic
Shouldve listened in health class kids
It gets sold like an auction
We Come from a place where they whip up (the rock )like Steve Austin
Narcan that man had a syringe in his arm still
Methadone clinic lines around the building
   Nobody getting better just given new prescriptions

Music – she is my muse

She sings to me

Her lilting voice reaching for the heavens



And yet



It falls short as she aches for

Love – tis heart breaking and bittersweet



It is a tug of war

For the melody

Who it sings for



A back and forth,

Undecided, disconcerted

Forlorn and desolate



Madness, determination

But she is beckoned

back, restrain





Don’t hold back

[I] can’t hold back

[I’m] trying



And yet

[I’ll] fall short



“Why? Oh, why?”

Can one not sing?

Shall the muse be only thought,

Ever taught?



No.



She sings and sings.

To fill in the desire

Of a passion unrestrained

(with restraints)



She is ineffable,

And only in silence

Can she be heard.

If there is tug of war
Between Promise Vs. Duty
Choose duty first