Howl of a Lone Wolf

I’m burning bridges
like I’m working for a ferry line.
I’m cutting strings
like I’m at war with guitars.

I can’t help it.
I was always one
to proudly carry my boulders,
throwing molotovs over my shoulders.

But
we reap what we sow
and now
I’m alone
on an island
with a shitload of stone

struggling to build
something worthwhile.

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