It's terrible that my
enjoyment of the
nightlife leads to
the ruin of my
daylife.
I'm weak in the pursuit
of perceived happiness,
a false front of enjoyment
parenthesised by booze,
cigarettes and misdirected
smiles.
Living in the moment
has dangers unknown
while attempting to
prepare for the next
moment.
Moments of consequence
are left in the wake
of irresponsibility.
I am often my own
worst supporter.
I'll just have to move
along now. Shuffle barefoot
to the next moment and
pay the piper his due.
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