

This attitude…

I never need a lightbulb,

Ravaged the guardrail,

Furnace in full throw,

I like being the spark of another’s glow,

And with the abundance of liquor,

I’m not wandering alone,

I’m helium raising wants and tone…

Clipped before let go,

Fully nomadic in all my quirks,

Nothing static when a mind’s spun,

And with a warped perspective,

Hedonism breeds amnesia,

As I resubmit to summits,

To avalanche off another one.