Bubblegum

late night smokes and bubblegum wraps like tomorrow couldn't ever come
going nowhere under the stars, the same stars that guide your mind everywhere
sitting on a bench, not even, a rock, stuck between looking up in hopes & the vertigo of looking down
so much connections yet a blur in the future, foggy in 10 years but just as much fog in 2 days
still, the night carries fresh air and the coldness on your cheeks and the chill in your hair
no static no numbing drugs for once, more awake than going through the motions at daytime
yet how are we meant to rise up against when we must rise at 6 and grind
up & eat & work & eat & work & eat & work & sleep
you can't do it all if you also want your
late night smokes and bubblegum wraps like tomorrow couldn't ever come