u/Apprehensive-Cup-335

Smoke billowing from a black hole

At the tail end of a native cigarette

You can stare into the void,

And I will stare back.

I am what happens to a man

When he lets his problems consume him.

I am impulsivity incarnate.

Bored but irrational.

I'm selfish, but I swear I'm giving.

I'm changing or shapeshifting

To what the world wants to see.

And you can see what you want to see,

By staring into my blackened spiral.

I'll be anyone you want me to be.

If you think that's who I am,

And when you're gone,

I'll wonder if that's really me.

But settle that it must be,

Because I couldn't be anyone else.

I am but a canvas for others' paint.

If you look at it right,

You can see old images,

Peeking out of your masterpiece.

Days come and days go,

Like the emotional tide,

Flowing through my head.

I dream in my deepest thoughts.

What stability is like.

I dream of a world where I don't care,

Where I have skin thick enough

To withstand what I am.

So go on, stare long into the void,

And I might stare back.

But in this black hole,

I am lost.

Smoke billowing from a black hole

At the tail end of a native cigarette

You can stare into the void,

And I will stare back.

I am what happens to a man

When he lets his problems consume him.

I am impulsivity incarnate.

Bored but irrational.

I'm selfish, but I swear I'm giving.

I'm changing or shapeshifting

To what the world wants to see.

And you can see what you want to see,

By staring into my blackened spiral.

I'll be anyone you want me to be

If you think that's who I am;

And when you're gone,

I'll wonder if that's really me.

But settle that it must be,

Because I couldn't be anyone else.

I am but a canvas for others' paint.

If you look at it right,

You can see old images,

Peeking out of your masterpiece.

Days come and days go,

Like the emotional tide,

Flowing through my head.

I dream in my deepest thoughts.

What stability is like.

I dream of a world where I don't care,

Where I have skin thick enough

To withstand what I am.

So go on, stare long into the void,

And I might stare back.

But in this black hole,

I am lost.

Smoke billowing from a black hole

At the tail end of a native cigarette.

You can stare into the void,

And I will stare back.

I am what happens to a man

When he lets his problems consume him.

I am impulsivity incarnate.

Bored but irrational.

I'm selfish, but I swear I'm giving.

I'm changing or shapeshifting

To what the world wants to see.

And you can see what you want to see,

By staring into my blackened spiral.

I'll be anyone you want me to be.

If you think that's who I am,

And when you're gone,

I'll wonder if that's really me.

But settle that it must be,

Because I couldn't be anyone else.

I am but a canvas for others' paint.

If you look at it right,

You can see old images,

Peeking out of your masterpiece.

Days come and days go,

Like the emotional tide,

Flowing through my head.

I dream in my deepest thoughts.

What stability is like.

I dream of a world where I don't care,

Where I have skin thick enough

To withstand what I am.

So go on, stare long into the void,

And I might stare back.

But in this black hole,

I am lost.

You see, I think I was born

With a spirit for wandering.

Or maybe I was made that way

By all the moving I did as a child.

We never stayed in one place too long

Until we suddenly did

And it was like going 100

Into a steel wall.

Maybe it created a tear in my spirit,

Because I had spent more hours on the road

Then some adults I had met

And I wasn't even in second grade

But now I was chained to suburbia.

I wanted more of that open wind

But also enjoyed the safety we had

The dichotomy just made me miserable.

That made my mom's life miserable

Which, in turn, made me want to leave

More than I wanted to stay around.

When it came time to leave home

I couldn't stay in one place long anymore

I just kept running.

While the debts climbed high

And the mistakes even higher

Till I ran myself right out of that place

And found myself here.

I went from a city of 67,000

To a podunk village of 400

And to tell you the truth

I have never felt better.

I traded conveniences

For peace of mind

I told myself only one year, and I'm gone.

Well, that year came and went

Now it's going on three.

I guess

I just don't feel like running anymore.

You see, I think I was born

With a spirit for wandering.

Or maybe I was made that way

By all the moving I did as a child.

We never stayed in one place too long

Until we suddenly did

And it was like going 100

Into a steel wall.

Maybe it created a tear in my spirit,

Because I had spent more hours on the road

Then some adults I had met

And I wasn't even in second grade

But now I was chained to suburbia.

I wanted more of that open wind

But also enjoyed the safety we had

The dichotomy just made me miserable.

That made my mom's life miserable

Which, in turn, made me want to leave

More than I wanted to stay around.

When it came time to leave home

I couldn't stay in one place long anymore

I just kept running.

While the debts climbed high

And the mistakes even higher

Till I ran myself right out of that place

And found myself here.

I went from a city of 67,000

To a podunk village of 400

And to tell you the truth

I have never felt better.

I traded conveniences

For peace of mind

I told myself only one year, and I'm gone.

Well, that year came and went

Now it's going on three.

I guess

I just don't feel like running anymore.

You see, I think I was born

With a spirit for wandering.

Or maybe I was made that way

By all the moving I did as a child.

We never stayed in one place too long

Until we suddenly did

And it was like going 100

Into a steel wall.

Maybe it created a tear in my spirit,

Because I had spent more hours on the road

Then some adults I had met

And I wasn't even in second grade

But now I was chained to suburbia.

I wanted more of that open wind

But also enjoyed the safety we had

The dichotomy just made me miserable.

That made my mom's life miserable

Which, in turn, made me want to leave

More than I wanted to stay around.

When it came time to leave home

I couldn't stay in one place long anymore

I just kept running.

While the debts climbed high

And the mistakes even higher

Till I ran myself right out of that place

And found myself here.

I went from a city of 67,000

To a podunk village of 400

And to tell you the truth

I have never felt better.

I traded conveniences

For peace of mind

I told myself only one year, and I'm gone.

Well, that year came and went

Now it's going on three.

I guess

I just don't feel like running anymore.

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It was down there on the western shore,

Where I'd been time, and time before.

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

I asked if I could sit, thinking she'd decline

But she just smiled, and said for sure

I'd never heard before a voice so pure.

We started talking close to noon

And before we knew it, dusk came soon

I said "we should probably leave"

"I should give you space, and room to breathe"

She just laughed, a bottle in hand.

"Why? Did you have something planned?"

"No, no", I said, "just trying to be kind"

"Well, there's still wine, and I don't mind".

Passing it to me, it went down clean,

But the taste was bordering obscene

Now with the stars above, hanging high

We watched the satellites slowly glide;

"I feel I've met you in another time"

She said at the end of the wine,

"Maybe some strange place far away," 

"In a different life, or different day,"

I nodded, because I felt the same

Maybe it was her face, or her name.

I was too drunk to tell,

But when I looked at her, all felt well.

I was growing tired way too quick

And knew in the morning I'd feel sick.

"Oh Adaline, could I get just one kiss?"

"When I wake tomorrow, it'll be you I miss."

Leaning in without a word more to say

She kissed me there, out on the bay.

Afterwards, we drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt hard, and I dreamt deep,

I knew then the moment was done.

I raised my head in the morning sun,

When I opened my eyes on the open shore.

Where I'd been time, and time before,

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes, and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

It was down there on the western shore,

Where I'd been time, and time before.

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

I asked if I could sit, thinking she'd decline

But she just smiled, and said for sure

I'd never heard before a voice so pure.

We started talking close to noon

And before we knew it, dusk came soon

I said "we should probably leave"

"I should give you space, and room to breathe"

She just laughed, a bottle in hand.

"Why? Did you have something planned?"

"No, no", I said, "just trying to be kind"

"Well, there's still wine, and I don't mind".

Passing it to me, it went down clean,

But the taste was bordering obscene

Now with the stars above, hanging high

We watched the satellites slowly glide;

"I feel I've met you in another time"

She said at the end of the wine,

"Maybe some strange place far away," 

"In a different life, or different day,"

I nodded, because I felt the same

Maybe it was her face, or her name.

I was too drunk to tell,

But when I looked at her, all felt well.

I was growing tired way too quick

And knew in the morning I'd feel sick.

"Oh Adaline, could I get just one kiss?"

"When I wake tomorrow, it'll be you I miss."

Leaning in without a word more to say

She kissed me there, out on the bay.

Afterwards, we drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt hard, and I dreamt deep,

I knew then the moment was done.

I raised my head in the morning sun,

When I opened my eyes on the open shore.

Where I'd been time, and time before,

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes, and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

It was down there on the western shore,

Where I'd been time, and time before.

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

I asked if I could sit, thinking she'd decline

But she just smiled, and said for sure

I'd never heard before a voice so pure.

We started talking close to noon

And before we knew it, dusk came soon

I said "we should probably leave"

"I should give you space, and room to breathe"

She just laughed, a bottle in hand.

"Why? Did you have something planned?"

"No, no", I said, "just trying to be kind"

"Well, there's still wine, and I don't mind".

Passing it to me, it went down clean,

But the taste was bordering obscene

Now with the stars above, hanging high

We watched the satellites slowly glide;

"I feel I've met you in another time"

She said at the end of the wine,

"Maybe some strange place far away," 

"In a different life, or different day,"

I nodded, because I felt the same

Maybe it was her face, or her name.

I was too drunk to tell,

But when I looked at her, all felt well.

I was growing tired way too quick

And knew in the morning I'd feel sick.

"Oh Adaline, could I get just one kiss?"

"When I wake tomorrow, it'll be you I miss."

Leaning in without a word more to say

She kissed me there, out on the bay.

Afterwards, we drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt hard, and I dreamt deep,

I knew then the moment was done.

I raised my head in the morning sun,

When I opened my eyes on the open shore.

Where I'd been time, and time before,

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes, and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

It was down there on the western shore,

Where I'd been time, and time before.

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

I asked if I could sit, thinking she'd decline

But she just smiled, and said for sure

I'd never heard before a voice so pure.

We started talking close to noon

And before we knew it, dusk came soon

I said "we should probably leave"

"I should give you space, and room to breathe"

She just laughed, a bottle in hand.

"Why? Did you have something planned?"

"No, no", I said, "just trying to be kind"

"Well, there's still wine, and I don't mind".

Passing it to me, it went down clean,

But the taste was bordering obscene

Now with the stars above, hanging high

We watched the satellites slowly glide;

"I feel I've met you in another time"

She said at the end of the wine,

"Maybe some strange place far away," 

"In a different life, or different day,"

I nodded, because I felt the same

Maybe it was her face, or her name.

I was too drunk to tell,

But when I looked at her, all felt well.

I was growing tired way too quick

And knew in the morning I'd feel sick.

"Oh Adaline, could I get just one kiss?"

"When I wake tomorrow, it'll be you I miss."

Leaning in without a word more to say

She kissed me there, out on the bay.

Afterwards, we drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt hard, and I dreamt deep,

I knew then the moment was done.

I raised my head in the morning sun,

When I opened my eyes on the open shore.

Where I'd been time, and time before,

I laid my eyes upon a woman there

With brown eyes, and chocolate hair,

She said her name was Adaline.

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