i’m stuck in this cycle;
this permanent press of struggle;
it’s hot, cold, and then hot again,
and despite the washing,
the lint of my past is forever clinging
to the depression of my now.

i keep circling back to the same habits:
the women;
the drugs;
the bottle;
the idolizing of material items;
the money, the money, the money.

the real issues facing people today, tomorrow,
and historically,
do not phase any of my decisions;
i’m on a self-cleansing cycle,
but i can never become clean
when i’m always using the same dirty water.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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