nightime overload

i’m tired of being nice
of smiling and shaking hands
and clapping people on the back
my patience is wearing thin

i’m sitting at the kitchen table
lighting another cigarette
my second pack today
watching the moon
fall slowly below the hedge
and the stars making promises
they can’t keep

the silence is not my friend
tick tock bloody clock
my head postulates
anaylaises criticises
all the mundane lies
nobody cares about
thinking really is a fools game
taking you down strange lanes
with no warning signs
to say you gone to far

every day i see people
that never ask how or why
who just exist to be happy and free
and are living peacefully in the vaacum of their being
and tonight i wish that is me