April

Here we stand on the coast of our dreams

Watching all our ships sinking overseas

How did we come to that narrative?

Better find the narrator

Even if it's God

It's April twenty-twenty

Patience overload

Laughing

Why I don't know

Mood swings every day

I'm at a stage where I am drunk on water

Write poetry for my hands

All winners are lost

There are no losers

No game

No grand reward

I fell in love with my reflection again

It happens every day now

To be honest, my friend

Not used to hallucinate

But the view from this room is so delicate

Available

I'm not

Don't reach me

Reach out for heaven instead

Remember the world

But do not

Forget what it was, my friend

I'm at a stage where I am drunk on water

Write poetry for my hands

All winners are lost

There are no losers

No game

No grand reward

Something's unsaid

Some things never end

April

April

I'm at a stage where I am drunk on water

Write poetry for my hands

All winners are lost

There are no losers

No game

No grand reward

I'm at a stage

Okay

No one ever said that it was easy

I'm at stage

Okay

No one ever said that it was easy