Possible Soul

Oh Holy Ghost, greatest father
Unholy toast, savior lost it
Oh hold my hand, belabor the process
Ongoing roast, savor the onset

I'm tired of evening walks
I'm tired of evenings
I don't hardly use my eyes
Or any other part of me

I rot while I ink my thoughts
The Rottweiler waiting to come out

"Let go of the urge not to rot
Accept that you're going to (Rot)
Accept that you already have
There's nothing you can't stop (The rot)

Try to allow yourself happiness
There's no reason not to
Try to enjoy your environment
It's not going nowhere without you"

It's hard to appreciate
Garden apartments
Entryway pleasantries
And a tree covered lawn

Unless you're an old lady
Descending the stairs
With a white puppy dog
And a cross on a chain on her arm



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Ennis
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