Shandy Man

Motivation unneeded

No purpose for a muse

Simple rhymes form innately

In my mind, an endless bloom

I reach out in the dark

Pull a thought from the vine

Unidentified, raw

Refine it into spirit

Cut it with ingredients both sweet, sharp and bitter

A poor man’s brew

Undertones of hopelessness, and other common fruits

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