A Prescription

One more bottle cap. off. off. off
What are we doing but running away?
To a place that’s better, darker, and wetter
Where hearts don’t pound
Changing scenery to keep our muscles from cramping
It’s all moving too fast
To notice what’s wrong. white washed
Where did this go wrong? We run
Make us question. We run
Swords from bottle caps
Why can’t we ever pull it together?
Pull each other together and scream
This is it! I know. We have done it