Run away with no regrets
Denial can wait
The only way to operate
Spreading the ink to intrude
To form fantasies into illusions of reality
Back to the basics like Sunday morning
Nothing more than what we have
Content to take it
Fear’s no longer something to be afraid of
Another day, another stanza
Another night, another extravaganza
The end becomes the beginning
This is how a writer writes
This is how a poet lives