A blazing fire begets dead ash
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I dust off my mind so it can begin to inspire
Inspiration drawn from a finite well
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
I hear you don’t want to be here?
Here’s a pen and a paper to write
Right over there she asks if I care
Care to join me while I sit and think?
Thank you conscience; let me buy you a drink
We’ll drink to solitude and being alone with our thoughts
Think we should leave? Take a taxi or walk?
Awoken with a start
Startled by my doctors
Doctored dreams inspired by medicine
For medicinal purposes this poem comes to an end.
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