no plans

he sits.

with a bottle of scotch in hand.

shoulders slumped, head drooping.

he is tired.

the weight of the world is on his back.

in the land of freedom, he feels like a slave.

his dreams into nightmares.

his nightmares into dreams.

he sits.

with a bottle of scotch in hand.

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One Response to no plans

  1. doug says:

    those are either lyrics, or you’re tired of job-search/work/school.

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