Lost

Does anyone remember the days when they said

"People in college go crazy and party hard"?

Well it seems they forgot to mention

the person that gets lost in the shuffle-

the guy that just wanted to find that one person who could

take away the pressure and the pain

Momentarily.

As the lost amble through this 

drunk mess of a social gathering with music

do they think 'Is this what our future holds? 

the people that are falling lustfully over each other are the people that lead the race in the future?

I'd rather be dead'

So they die.

the leave the portion of themselves that ached for this life in a bloody heap on the floor

leave the gathering of failures

go out into the world

and lead.

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Inhale.

Let the thought of the absurd wash away any inclination of

Disturbance.

Exhale.

The foolishness of those people who had to have been drunk was just a bad

Mistake.

Inhale. 

It wasn't their fault. they thought it was a good time to be 

Irrational.

Exhale.

At least you're alive, even if it's hopeless to 

Move.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Black.

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