I remember my trips through Kentucky often.
The distant view of a life, I no longer seem to be able to forget.
Old dreams can easily be nightmares that exist in eternal rewind within my thoughts.
As whiskey leaves a beautiful scent upon the wind and a fiery embrace upon the lips.
As I chase past failures now with empty hours and memories.
With a dash of water and bitter truths.
Southern charm and lonesome sunsets,
I count with my burdens.
A toast to tomorrow and a hope long since past.
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