accolaades.

2 am ain’t the new 4

deleterious language is neither here there nor

i dreamt these nights would never be a bore

persuasion for you has always seemed a chore

my head aches at the sight of a face

distraught with the fear of setting such a pace

we keep driving and crying

sipping and dipping

hoping but never winning

tellin’ ourselves cause never has a beginning

effecting change, childish grinning

begrudge the adoration

cache the frustration

happiness is truly a creation

I coerce the laugh

taming it for sincerity 

and promising it dessert before dinner

driving and crying

sipping and dipping

to hope and perchance some winning