Cyclical

It’s the same drink, the same laugh,

The same Thursday night.

Different crowd, Same vibe

I just want to leave, let’s get out of here

Go where? They ask.

Mind is already packed and ready to go.

Bank account is bills now

Happy Hour is leftover change.

Let’s just go.

Go where?

Escaping is fun until it becomes

The bottom of your empty glass.

Then it just sounds like talking.

Circles, circles

Circle of Life.

“Keep the tab open?”

401K. Savings. Student loans. Life.

Dreams.

Sure.”

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