Me and all of my vices. Me and all of my imperfections. Me and all of my broken promises to broken hearts. I gotta shut my eyes at night and live with that. I could spend a whole weekend with a packed bag running from who I am and spend hours in the studio singing songs about how cool I am. I could spend the wee-hours drowning in liquor. I could find more women and bury my face in their tits and fragrances…But before too long, I will slow down. I will have to recharge, I’ll have to face the work cut out for me. I’ll have a lonely train ride back home. I’ll have a shower and a moment of clarity. Every phone number in my beat up Blackberry won’t answer and I will be by myself again. I’m self-aware and self-reliant. I face me whenever I shut my eyes and I don’t apologize to myself for myself.
I’ll just write another rhyme.
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