Hovering in the sky

i cant believe it
I'm too drunk to see it
go and run along now,
and make it make sense now
witha birds hovering overhead
guiding your way through the storm,
while the friend ya left for dead
has returned with what your looking for
and their eyes all swallowed by the lite
come out in evenings roaming round
patient like, pondering a misstep,
so they can survive the aftermath
while your cookie said yad be safe,
live to prosper, have an interesting life
ya ended up following the wrong bird,
defecating on your scared up face

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