My Simple Pleasures

I sit here outside as I sip on my coffee and embrace my hangover as an old friend

I stare out onto the mountain beginning my existential thought of the morning

I see the blue sky and the doubts about the summer storm start to appear as well

If I leave now I can hit the $5 dollar blackjack tables and lose a good portion of my paycheck

Because what is life if you aren’t in a consent struggle

A struggle you caused and are now trying to fight with yourself over its beginning

I check social media and become instantly upset over its nature

Again I fight with myself over the beginning of these origins

Anything but simple 

The city lights,they hide all the despair and misery 

My bar of solitude and the existential dread that follows