Whiskey Haze

Posted on Aug 3, 2013



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He sits in the night-time heat
alone and drunk, tired on his feet
Thinking deeper than he normally does
feeling his life pass by in a rush

More confused than ever before
as he wonders on history and law
Has he seen his direction right?
or will he still have to fight?

People walk past, boisterous and loud
passing like a thundercloud
As he sits trying to breathe
in this cloying, stifling heat

He knows he should go home to sleep
but these thoughts he wants to keep
Always like this in a whiskey haze
thinking on escape and brighter days

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