better end of the ‘scope

looking at that time now

busy throwing it all away

I’d reached where I wanted to be

a lull after the struggle

peers will put you through

to be just looking seeming like them

& looking around

all I could see were wasted years

a bitter twisted wasteland to come

knowing if I stayed

I would end up lost & blind

& I could hammer in justification

they want you to fail fall

that makes them feel better

about the low butte they stand on

thinking if this was how these

people lived worked behaved

I was better gutter dreaming

at least there the stars were real

not leaning on others

as medication

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