Believe you are immune after
all these years, damn invulnerable
if you do say so, yourself. Yes.
Believe that lightning won't strike
the bold while they're in motion;
misunderstand the limits of prayer.
Walk through dangerous places
inside your head after 11 at night,
when nothing is a good idea;
forget bad thoughts aren't friends.
Remember good times. Miss the taste
of a poison that wasn't your story;
wonder if... wonder maybe if only
this wasn't this and you weren't
you and everything was different;
consider the drink. Lose count
of the reasons why not. Believe
you're invulnerable, bold; a man
of reason and prayer and Yes.
Forget your own story. Celebrate
resentments. Consider the drink.
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