Trying to piece together a coherent story
I am both the detective and the witness
Everything that had seemed so ordinary
Now needed a statement from start to finish
From blowing bubbles, to makeshift stages
The camaraderie of the few
Hitchhiking home in a Ferrari
Wearing a three-piece suit and a mohawk
Favourite humans came and went
Always falling in and out of love
Always laughing, that was the only aim
When did those endless nights end?
From being cynically extreme,
We made a million sarcastically stupid stories
All the possibilities lie on the table
And we told all the debts to wait
Inspired by This Much Is True by Makenna Karas
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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