What’s your poison?
The bartender asks,
I tell him people.
They have a way of coming and going, building and breaking.
Blinding and unveiling.
They break more than they can fix.
They name what they do not fully understand,
Label all they do not see
Overtime you’ll know the ones who are poison and the ones not to poison.
And overtime all the posing, poise and lack of identity will cease to surprise you.
Underestimate and shock roll like the dots on a dice- inseparable.
As quickly as they came they leave, gone with the wind, lost in time.
Gone but not forgotten – so they say.
Overtime, you learn.
But with some people, time clouds their judgement.
Chasing wealth and comfort, in an effort to sustain a place to lay their heads.
Forget not that one day the place you will lay your head will be eternal.
You can’t take it back.
All the insults and unnecessary words that people throw.
The voids that they leave.
Some are gone and forgotten.
Who do you think you are?