i claimed beyond my failing convictions,
a freedom marked with an expiry date.
with every sip from this cup of liquid night,
a moment is forever lost from this life.
and as the caffeine breaks through my veins,
so does the worries of my life revive.
the clock ticks away the minutes of tomorrow
as if too eager to see the the face of light,
and my heart beats away the ounces of this freedom.
this borrowed freedom that i covet too much,
held carefully in my hands as if it is my last.
consumable liberties poured in a humble cup.
-based on journal entry 2012-04-17
-edited 2012-04-19; 2012-05-12
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