Down

 

Desolate,  this island of darkness
born of lucid dreams
Time,  slips away
Astral planes shifting
Defying gravity
As I drift along the abstract
Against dull, robotic movements
of the void
Take a pill to stay awake
Another just to concentrate
something else to take the edge off
While I keep pushing it's envelope
Anything to avoid sleep
Because I don't want to watch
All these memories I'm hiding from
And,  I don't want to miss a moment
of what's left of this borrowed time
That's already gone
John Lennon said
"life's what happens when you're busy making other plans"
Well,  I don't have a plan
I just keep running circles,  but I can never keep my pace
So,  it passes by Just the same
I'm too fucked up to notice
Not fucked up enough to care
Sometimes I think I might
When I do I start a fight
Just to have another excuse to kill the pain
Powder up my nose,  think I'm gonna blow
Got no where to go when I'm falling down
So I'll go
Down