Ticket 2 Ride

Staring at the angry, puffed-out clouds

Changing partners, like the fickle weather

I’m a monsoon consuming a thirsty desert

Too many lovers, hope they don’t get together

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Cognitive overload dissolves my resolve

Tangled words need spoken

The old footprints are still clear

Hopefulness buckles until broken

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Folly drives uncommitted actions

Fear passes through my fingers

Like dreams scattered in the wind

Still, the emptiness lingers

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Adrift in a star field of excess

Drowning, too many dissimilar choices

The mind sends out a mayday

I’m hoarse, amongst these clamoring voices

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Unhappy with excess, but feed me more

Give me his, because I desire

Fill this bottomless void

I’m the seller and the buyer