
🖋️ Beneath Shifting Skies
Where Thoughts Take Flight

“Some memories sweeten with the years—others, you drown in a glass.”
The Older I Get (the More I Drink to Forget)
The jukebox plays those old tracks,
Steel guitar, harsh memories comin’ back.
I swirl the ice looking through a half-empty glass,
The older I get, the more I drink to forget the past.
The waitress knows I tip in cash,
A tired smile, then she makes her dash.
She left a note, still stained with tears,
I read it slow, through these weary years.
I chased dreams I couldn’t hold,
Now it’s just me and the barroom cold.
Gone are the nights of wild regret,
Replaced by rooted truths, I can’t let go.
Another year has slipped into the night,
Now it’s just me and my lonely silhouette.
Some truths you carry, some you let—
And the older I get, the more I drink to forget.