Running For Rush

A fuck and a fag,

A rut on the rag.

An intake and inhale,

Frustration in detail.

A calm falling morning,

Remember the past?

We thought we were movies,

We thought we’d been cast.

Our brains were on leave

And we were naive,

Living for importance,

Disbelieving all past tense.

But where is the passion

I had and I need?

I wish I could cash in

My caution for keys.

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Since when did I start thinking so much?

I need grimy, dirty, action; running for rush.