woke up nostalgically inclined
kind of reminiscing about the previous life!
cause it all seemed a lifetime away
browsed over old mails unintentionally,,stumbled onto them
what love proses i spilled on you
amy winehouse is dead and 27
and we the educated pay no heed to myths
i just spread my arms and make a face
till the sun comes down i've got a fight to carry
on these slender shoulders i'm laden
i'm so tasked i can't afford a grimace even
just a regular herd making my turns and hoping for a miracle
what drives me nuts is that
......even with all these studies we cannot fathom life itself
emotions rule
melancholy overpowers
sullenness attracts
and being waif is like a check-out ticket for the great gig in the sky
i wish i was there there in the moment
in all it's cosmic supernova
amy with smack throbbing in her veins
and making a mockery of her rehab ditty
i bet there'd be applause to the laughter and bubbly clinks
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