So hard to write, especially when I’m a little tipsy.
So here’s a poem in drunk Joel mind
What will I be
What will I hope to see
Why do we plan for tomorrow
When we’re not free
What are we working for
When all the energy is spent now
What are we saving for
When the world depletes itself
By the time we get out
There’s nothing left
Obviously not for me because I travelled a ton already
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