It has come to a point

It has come to a point, where writing only happens

if the clock is way past 2

and the neighbors must be sleeping

it has come to a point, that half full wine glasses

seem to stay on the coffee table

just a day or two too long

time has taken me further, I’m older than I can remember

last time I saw myself I still wore a coat, I think it was green

while my music should be playing

for at least a year or three

God, do you remember

the first time I spoke to you

even though I believe

think there’s a place

worse than this

It has come to a point, where we as people

accept our failure, label it as routine

and think that this is what we are

intended to do, all along

LU.

 

 

It has come to a point

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