Different Paths

Remember putting off comfort?
Cold hearts on cold nights,
Desperate to feel something.

Whiskey running through us,
In some place, we’d soon forget –
And yet, we danced as though it’d last forever.

When the fires began to die,
Tried to separate the truth from lies,
Reality from drug-induced psychosis.

Nonsense lives that left us bruised/cut open,
But all wounds mend,
We soldier on.

Down different roads,
Glad to have lived,
Glad to have grown.

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