Let Me Go
We should talk about God more,
Fore God is the unknown,
The dry alcoholic,
The penniless man.
I feel the heavy hand right now,
But I am still correct.
I’ve spent all my virtuous acts
On the self depreciating fact of truth.
No one here wants it, they are all caught up in what little they have.
What is intellectual freedom?
They laugh at me.
What is your story?
They say,
What is your point?
Yet I think that I am smart enough to know that there isn’t a point.
There is only love,
And it keeps us still,
But we can’t go on like this forever,
So go ahead and drive faster,
Just don’t let me go.
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