A soused night at a bar triggered this blues composition
Why do I feel the way I feel ?
Blues mutter, upon myself;
Livid, my heart seems...
Seeking tranquil, in this clutter called life.
Dissolution of myself from moonshine ?
Just to realize it ain't no abstinence.
It's not the memories that I try to fend,
Just a pang, that ensnares my soul.
It's a mirage, this walk, you know;
Will take you down, piece by piece;
Until there is nothing left....
But just a notion of yourself !
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