Three Imaginary Boys, and
I’m looking for The Cure.
Old playlists, and
Reminders of a different
Time.
I hope there is some
Rhythm, to my dance.
Expelling and exorcising
My demons and helping out
My angels that look over me.
I need prosperity;
To usher in this new era
Of being happy and productive,
But I also want the excuse of
Hedonism and leisure,
Not worrying about
Money.
Good thing I chose to
Invest.
All my demons
Will survive
Past my life
I can only hope
They pray
For me too.
