Hope We Make It


May be grace you with a toast
to your accomplishments
that have yet to exist and
may never come to fruition.
I blame social intercourse for
fucking our minds and
leaving us to waste away,
spilling our talents to the
otherwise dirty grounds.
May we tread lightly on the
path to less glory and
more reality television story.
May we never see
the skies the same
for the acid burns
from within the rain.
May we stumble on
our words
and carry a course
for thoughtless thinkers.
We will revel in our ability
to exist and not to be
an intellect.
For this,
let us make a toast.


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