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Drift Away
Another worthless day
As time seems to drift away
Reminding me of all that went wrong
Why I can’t survive for long
As the end comes near
I put aside all the fear
Because I know my time has come
Everything around me has come undone
As the day creeps on through
And I realize I have nothing left to do
So with a moment left in dread
I place the cold barrel up to my head
Cold barrel.
this could be either a keg stand..or cold barrel knocking you out...or something completly different..either way I like the visual. cold , could mean metal..or just cold beer.
barrel..tunnel...barrel..rolling..drifting away...
barrel's float. making connections is fun.
Although..I see some conflicting statements.
" I put aside all fear"
and the idea of placing the cold barrel on your head....makes me think of either drawning your fears..putting them aside that way...or maybe you never really put them aside bc it's causing you to react in a certain way
OR forcing them aside by ending them all together...
and b/c you are dreading the moment...which is a form of fear.
I feel this poem, rock on.