Cold

Cold to the touch
Shoulders, holding you up
Weight of the world
Close to folding you up

Told: you aren’t enough
Sold a bolder bluff
Soldier on, roll up a blunt and puff

Hold a hope for love
Show that you can cope with the rough
Unload the boulders off
The load is dropped
The stones are gone
Your soul is longing for the stronger stuff
Can’t break the cuffs
Can’t make this up
You gave every last drop
your gut could muster up

Don’t fluster, trust you got this
Hush your little lips
Pat your lids dry and take another hit

You’re getting older kid
Admit that this is it or keep committed
But no one won a thing once they forfeited

These kicks the perfect fit
No wiggle room or slip
The grip beneath your feet
Will keep, at bay, the trip

Won’t tow, but here’s a tip, keep the doobie lit,
your spirit need it, to duck and weave the shit that you’ve been dealing with

So close to bliss