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"Tomorrow never happens. It's all the same f*****g day, man" Janis Joplin

I suckled too long at the teat

Went devoid of meat

And don’t get me wrong

It’s not spiritual

Or cynical

It’s more like a moment

Existential

And I’m thinking

It’s just the beginning

 

Instantly I craved a way

Break free of haze

A clouded phase

Years single file in line

Wilting on the vine

Never turning to wine

I want to be an artist

Not a tracer

Another empty facer

I was born

A storm chaser

Never dismissing

The Glorious

 

Now

 

I’m thinking

This is the beginning

I was born a storm chaser

Not a tracer

Not another

Now

Will I forget to savor.