Where did I go?

Youth, failures, judgments:
Blended to abstraction and a 
Set jaw: get around the way 
You wished things could have
Come out, and as I write poems
I continue to issue instruction that
I am not meant to follow, more like
Ironic cautionary tales, scribbled as 
Aphorisms and distracted from 
Every occurrence that made its 
Acquaintance with party, addiction,
Alcohonda; driven like a car
Across a faceless crowd
Full of shoulders and scared
Off of my nerves: another instruction
Get your eyes on your page
Don't consider a sage
And smell all that you
Would have gotten up close to
Reconsider those times
And transport one self
To the day that is here

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