Arus' Poetry

Done with these questions about the TEAS,
Done with these problems that aren’t even about me.
Done with the way life can’t be what it’s supposed to be.

I just want to leave,
maybe take a long trip
out of this nasty world.
I’m trying to split,
roll some good weed,
take a couple hits,
buy some Hennessy,
and take a couple sips.

Katie’s living life, doing big things,
while I am:
working, body dragging, mind lagging.

I could be in London sipping on some tea,
or in Spain touring —
running with the bulls, but no bullshit —
or exploring Mac’s body; I’m on my homo shit.

Lately, I feel like I’m slowly wasting,
like I need some more rest.
I’m always losing, boy…
I can never be on my own shit.