Goodbye

Life keeps flooding in
Take a deep breath
Does not feel like the first,
Days it feels it will be the last
Watch a butterfly, smell the roses, kiss the ashes
Throw em to the wind
Whats the next current?

Odds still seem to be the odds
Unfolding it plays
Sometimes like a scratched album
Kringled tape in a cassette or like an 8 track,
Skipping like a cd
Though it still pumps bass
Dreams seem to be a kick in the ass

Round the bend
Behind the mask
Life keeps flooding in
Take a deep breath
Does not feel like the first
Days it feels it will be the last
Lilly’s cast unto the stems of orchids, fireflies crackle in the breeze, kiss the dirt
Throw it to the wind
Whats the next current?

So many times I have kissed my ass goodbye
By: Robert Vardell

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