Killing Time

I can't seem to find in my head,  
What It is that I truly think,  
So I induldge in an iniquitous smoke,  
And then partake in a liberating drink,  
 
As my once soberist of my thoughts,  
Slowly become the same drunken words,  
I can see all of fact and fantasy,  
Through what it is that I have learned.  
 
Now I shall stop and begin to speak,  
About what it is that is on my mind,  
But all in all, for all to see,  
I am only killing time.  
 
My roll of this consuming dice,  
Is haulted by a land on doubles,  
So now I shall begin to roll again,  
Wading out my once forgotten troubles.  
 
There are so many tedious tasks,  
That have settled upon my plate,  
Yet hopefully I can manage all of them,  
After some great time of late.  
 
As for now I'll sit with my feet,  
Dangling carelessly upon the air.  
I only wish for an enternity here,  
As all my hopes have gone elsewhere.  
 
There's nothing I'd rather be doing,  
Than feeling oh so sublime,  
But all in all, you all can see,  
I am only killing time.