Sunday Morning Coming Down
Take away the alcohol. Take away the dirty clothes. Take away the loneliness.
And yet, my life is still fragmented; shards of money, property and family. I live in different worlds. The one in my head, the one in my heart and then the moments of time that occur, which are suppose to be the best; problemless, carefree breaths of time. That I will enjoy and smile until I die.
Is Bethlehem still there? How are the Palestinians and the Israelis doing?
I know here, psychotropics still rule. Cancer is atmospheric and the beach is disappearing. ( for me anyway )
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