Plays his guitar
Sings and croons
Sitting there
Beneath the moon.
A dulling calm
He takes it in
Up in smoke
It’s going to end.
Years of waste
His talent wanes
As time goes on
Things stay the same.
Nothing more
Than getting high
So sad to watch
As time flies by.
From 35
To 65
The slow demise
Will kill this guy.
No reason
It’s illogical
Desire for fame
Debatable.
Tells himself
He plays, it’s art
He knows it all
He’s really smart.
Too smart to see
His fate is sealed
So sad to watch
It’s so surreal.
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