Youthful ChoicesA Poem by Chase DylanInspiration does not always visit, sometimes you must climb the mountain to seek it.Maybe I was born in bliss to tick off the gods of this... the heavens earth and death Kings and queens that sit in mud and play pretend with sticks counterfeit to the last person As I'm past cursin' with every breath I spend at last learning I cant force a brush with lenience Speaking of pain leeched inspiration I'm reminded... I got mountainous inheritance of anger inflicted from my youthful choices of companionship
© 2024 Chase DylanAuthor's Note
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