Burned Bridges

I used to say fuck it
So many more roads to travel
Time was my friend
I didn’t know it was a bitter bitch
Relentless in how the past reverberates
Technology throws my mistakes back at my eyes
Pictures of happy eyes and wholesome resolve
Hand in hand, hanging out under mistletoe
So many have found their equation
The path must be so clear to them
Looking back at me with thanks
Thanks that they left me behind
Knowing I would have never stacked up
As I look around I wonder where else to go
I have fucked up so many things
Made a fool of myself to so many
A walking joke and a defined failure
Forged from bad mistakes and late nights

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