cough drops

a placebo to hide the pathetic reality.

To strive for it

or to die for it?

To be with it

or to to leave it?

For a journey anew,

a fresh one with a new direction,

where I'm a start,

just like I was when I began.

But I'm not that me anymore,

there are struggles I face,

challenges I do not see,

but hurdles I deeply feel.

If time is money then

I haven't gotten any,

and to be broke in this world

is not the right foot to set forth

or to even step back.

The future so bright

now a dull blanket.

It makes me cough ‘cause

it is filled with dust

yet in it I sleep every night;

‘fraid and fragile without it.

Clueless where to find a dry cleaner’s,

lost to search for a fresh one.

So, I buy cough drops

and sedatives.

They’re cheaper and

they help me sleep better.