Don't overindulge, you've already bit off enough to last you more than two lifetimes. Your plate is filled enough, run it off or you won't fall asleep. You're wearing your choices poorly everywhere but your sleeves and it's weighing you down. Now make your next choice wisely.
There's no safe way to ignore it,
all the carelessness of the past three years
staring at you in the face.
A shameful reminder that maybe eighteen
has run its course and fifty-five is here to stay.
Lay off the bullshit lines
you feed yourself
along with anything
to medicate to put a smile in your mind.
My body is far from a temple
but the wasteland below wishes
it was paradise.
Self control, self control
Run it off or you won't fall asleep.
My body is far from a temple.
Could you love it either way?
Run the mantra through your head:
"You don't need it, you don't need it, no you don't need me."
Own yourself, you know better.
One day you will be what you want to be
My body is my temple.
I'll tear it up when I'm ready.
Time has always told, time has always told.
released June 24, 2016
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