Lost Souls

Lost souls gather round
The ashtray
Of life.
Tales of high winds
Puffed in circles of bravery.
We are lost souls.
We play the roles
Life has given.
Pretend the best
With liquor in the chest
High cheer we praise dear
But never enough
To satisfy the thirst.
We’ll turn to dust.
But not before
We ask for more.
Believe and dream
We’ll hold the seam
And learn to fit in.

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