Eventually, you will wake up.
Those rose colored lenses start to clear
The fog begins to dissipate, and reality sets in.
Your heart that once floated suddenly falls, and oh how it sinks.
If only I could still be dreaming.
Thereís no seal. Thereís no sealing.
Thereís only cement, only concrete thinking.
This deep, dark, lonely feeling.
Waking up in the same bed, with an empty meaning.
Iíd feel more full if it was only me.
But two turned into three, and now four eyes beaming.
Theyíre waiting. Theyíre watching.
Iím stuck, and living to grow their gardens.
Even sex is too much for a nympho in Hellís Arctic.
Iím lusting. Waiting for another soul to pick me out of the dark age.
Iím wondering, if these blunts can keep me from jumping.
Those two sets of brown eyes.