Smoke in our lungs
Baseball on our tongues
A cat cautiously coming over
Wine in our glass
Writing as a task
Trying to make time slower
Losing my grit
Lost on a trip
Trying to keep composure
Trying to cope
Looking for hope
But I don’t wanna stay sober
Time in a jar
Trying to go far
Scared of being mediocre
Watched a grand slam
Roll half a gram
Photos low exposure
Feeling content
Pain’s not permanent
But am I getting any closer?
Fireworks in view
Mindset is new
Or just bipolar.
Leanna 