z+z

one day you'll be embarrassed by it. and you'll cringe and choke and spit it all up. you'll cry and piss and stink it, filling that cup. but you'll no longer be scurrying across that empty highway. and you'll no longer be stranded along that cold stairway. that mystic moon that makes you groan and swoon. with gloves on your feet and shoes on your hands. and you'll walk away as if it never took a stand. you'll post it and blow in one night's hold. you'll question it never and expose it forever. you'll demolish it after its been built and long after it's old. you'll posses it after it's ever so gone. your nose will bleed and that stretcher will come. to pick you up from one pavement and drop you onto the next. and that trip will cost you an arm and a leg. and that ship will defrost that expense it took. straight from your pocket with no one to help. and you'll walk through those sliding glass doors with no one awaiting outside. no one caring. no one's waiting. so you'll keep on walking with still no one wanting and no where to go. you might find your way, and you might find that place to stay. and you'll think to yourself how long it will last. and when it will be long in the past. Despite it all...you lost your self and you'll never be back.