My mind is in a permanent state Of mischief
I toss and turn in bed at night
And drift through daytime
Listless
The cycle doesn't shift
It just repeats
With little variation
With no reservation
I go through it
It's my resignation
Wishing and praying for better Days
I feel I'll never shake this haze
This gray aura
It drapes my colored soul
It covers red and gold
And strips the boldness
Striking colors
Leaving me quite dull and cold
And spiteful
Living life so trife
In spite of advice I've been told
I'm
Spinning around and falling
Procrastinating and stalling
Waiting for life to happen
I don't go grab it
Goad it to my lap
Only to realize
That time is finite
And that hopes a trap
And I can't cope with wasting Time
Aware that it's not coming back
The sand is slowly drifting
Gently shifting
Through a single crevice
Grain by grain
With every rock that drops
My soul it fills with pain
And sorrow
Walking through the rain
I've weathered many storms
Healed all the scars upon my Arms
Encountered misfortune in Various forms
My
Nightly bike rides in the Summer
Are a habit
I never clock faster times
Because I carry to much baggage
Get off my bike to walk
And watch the sky drift by me Slowly
Somehow
The lack of streetlights
And sidewalks makes me more Lonely
I gaze to the silver moon and Stars
In search of vital lining
This 30 story fall
Its aftermath
I'm not inviting
On any roof I've sat
When solitary
Or with crew
I hug the edge
Envision death
And say I'll jump
But
Never do
I think it's kicking in
Inviting marijuana
To my mind
I find it gives me certain Pleasures lost in time
Losing feeling in my face and I Don't mind it
No
My mouth is drying up
My eyes are bloody red and low
And I be smoking
Till my body just can't feel no More
It's like this every time
Don't think I've been this high
Before
I start to question my existence As it hits
Its peak
12 hours later
Having nightmares
Though I'm fast asleep
Yeah