Always Relate

Strangled by reoccurring events,
my life seems to just keep spinning.
Grasp appears beyond any control,
yet control seems in my possession.
Pondering why things are this way,
when did everything get so hazed?
Is the needle cemented priority?
Did the struggle really become sobriety?

Looking down at the withering flowers,
seemingly in their resting place.
Stuck in time from life to death,
mindlessly accepting their fate.
Decay arrives as a gift from the Reaper,
objectionless, they obey.
Shear disappointment overcomes my eyes,
Wondering if I share their demise?

Looking up now at the skies,
vastly overtaken.
Unanswered questions looming beyond,
silently I start thinking.
What lies in the distance far from comprehension,
arrogantly we say we know.
Once again sadness arrives within,
unfortunately I relate again.

One last glance before I go inside,
attention deters to the zap.
A strike from the man-made Zeus,
foolish to fly there.
Time repeats again and again,
unaltered is the path.
Tears stream by my lips as they pass,
finally the truth at last!

Just a moment in my backyard,
an ordinary night.
Seeing nature's interactions,
from man to life.
Moments had passed,
my perception did not.
Dying flowers and bugs, what lies in outer space...
lifestyle as a junkie can always relate.