Burning bridges

Happy we are when we’re intoxicated, happy we are when our minds flow, happy we are when we share our thoughts without paying no mind, happy we are when we’re on the verge of paying more bills instead being puzzled of what occurs behind closed doors and happy we are when loved ones vow to appreciate our presence till infinity heats rock bottom.

We’re burning bridges with doctors in high-end restaurants, forgetting about the apple because it never paid no mind to our mental problems but vowed to keep our physic in shape. Planning such a pitiful future where we’re working not for the mere fact that we endeavour happiness but we’re in pursuit of a better future for those who look up to us, the blood and the friends who’ve been through our struggle, the exact same mates who fought battles with us, the butter, the darkness and the four channels which gave casino a meaning, the exact same mates who appreciated the smile instead of the mates who appreciated the rand from an empty wallet.

Paving a future where we’ll enjoy console games instead of dreaming we own such, a bottomless bottle with a crisp taste to help us reminisce on the days wallets were empty and smiles were brought to the table. Caving such an ornament where we’ll be in peace with our reaches instead of praying we reach these riches.