Water Bottle Saké

The takeaway is not what you spend time with,
but we live like it is.
Your name getting carved in the monument
doesn't make you a part of it.

This place lacks poetry—
from water bottle saké and bad dreams.
Dandelions on baseball fields and room to heal.

Grandeur is made only of minutiae,
but we don't live like it is.
I absorbed advice from that feeling that said,
"be your own person, even if you hate them"

This place lacks humility—
from passenger seat wisdom and bee stings.
A backyard fence, awkward friends,
more focus on our lives than where they'll end.



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Schmidt
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