we need the sweat storm

in a serious world

the lucky addiction

growing in my mind

i feel it

burning as it licks the hand

still holding on

to that worm with good intentions

crawling inside

i know my scars are spoiled

but maybe i could change

i could impress myself

everyday i'm proud

deep inside i justify

the same mistakes and small exceptions

i keep forgetting that

laziness is creative with excuses

i've spent my time

well wasted

forever rooted in digested fruit

Published by Lena and William Sikker