Odd Future

All that I think about

is where I could be

instead of

where I am.

As each passing day

bleeds into the next

I count the grains

of my time's diminishing sands.

My family says when

I am free I'll

need a much

stronger plan.

But I reject their

notions as all I've

ever wanted was to hear

the screaming fans.

and now I know that I'll

never pay back

the state its

fourteen grand

garnered in a time

when I was

a much

bleaker man.

All I ever think about

is a time

when I will

play again in my band.

Beathing this dead horse

has left me

with quaking

bleeding hands.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I feel so fucked.

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