Like Cherry Pie

i find places…different spaces…

tied and tangled, knotted like my Nike laces


a village underground where the songs rarely shuffle…

lyrics sound quite the same to me

but the melody…

the tune, the acoustics still bring out

a heart-felt insanity…


new experiences…not all old…not at all subdued…

more unfiltered, more unglued

a little bit of beautiful, specks of crude

sweetened awareness, shaken

by a cold-blooded brute


and i laugh and i cry…at all the contradictions

and all of the deception

drink it all down

what is bitter now, soon tastes like cherry pie

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