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Yeah,

it’s one of those

evenings

when reality

just doesn’t want to

cooperate

When you’ve given it

your all

and feel like there’s

nothing left but

to mourn

the pages lay

scattered about

like autumn leaves, only

with less value

At least the leaves

serve a purpose, don’t they?

while the pages you’ve

written…

The beer also tastes

like vomited sulfur

You even forgot to

drag from the cigarette

you’ve just lit

and the ashes fall on your chest

and gift you with a small

burn mark

You curse a

little

Not knowing whom you’re

cursing

But then it hits you

You suddenly remember

that reality

is nothing more than

your own reflection on the

surface of life’s water

You give a little

laugh

followed by a sigh

Yeah,

there’s nothing left do

be done

It is time to

give up

Only,

not in a defeatist manner

Give up

the struggle to control

take a break

and let life

straighten itself out

You don’t have to

actually believe

Just to it

and be amazed at the

results

You’ll see