Maybe Later Poem by Jack Fleet

It seems to me that all you saw
was the same old black cloud
standing there

between the lies and bottles
filled with cigarrettes
and used tissues
dirt and rotten nails

it's a shame you dont remember anymore
of the hot air on the breezy green fields
of the balloons that popped
amidst the young fresh laughter
of all the things to come

Now all it's left is more of the same
pool billiars 'til the end
until i'm the same
insane guy, deranged, estranged

See ya later