the honest kind

wine in my pocket,
the future in my eyes,
darkness on my mind,
trying to understand
what the world looks like
from where I am standing.

it's okay to have a freak day,
and this is something
no one ever tells you:
it's okay to be mad or sad,
or angry or scared.

what a wild life we live and kill,
and the year 2000 
was twenty fucking years ago,
which is insane,
so let this poem rant
in your mind and your kitchen,
because one day we will all be dead,
so all we can do is live
and love a little bit.