Go Straight to Jail

one can be optimistic and say events have no end, there is only a new beginning, a new wave to ride or opportunity to cash in on, as you pass go, you take those $200 and shove them in your pocket, only thinking about the next time you pass, but not reflecting on where you just came from and what it took out of your soul to get there, your only focus becomes getting back there to cash in, it's cyclical. You forget about the time you started out, the lone shoe on the board, with no friends or place to call home, you were no better than the thimble or top hat, those few dollars shoved in your pocket were your life blood, you relied on them and your gut instinct so much that no matter what move you made, or how you rolled, you knew that somehow the combination of brains and balls mixed with good judgement would have you come out unscathed. Feeling it beat in your chest, the cold board underneath each step, appreciation of continuation was always in your thoughts.
and now, as you march through life, you've become something bigger, something unmanageable. The tooth paste runs out and you buy more, you drink all the beer and you buy more. constantly consuming, you take no weight in the things that are before you. sit there now, and sip on that beer as if it was the last one ever presented before you, and for the rest of your life, you'd only be able to think of this moment.
puts more value on it, doesn't it?

drink like it's your last
and laugh like no more
think of salvation
as a chore
not worth doing

sometimes,
you've got to let go.