Ideals of Sobriety

This day came crawling on so slowly
I caught myself fighting it with my teeth
Watching as my morning grew fingers
Pilfering all the intangible ideologies set before me
I am not certain what I used them for in the beginning
They were all second-hand and coughed up
As useless as the end of a road
Yet, throughout the day I found myself screaming
Your sanity is right beneath the skin
So let me scratch and tare until it bleeds forth
A new way of living that is a metaphor for an old way of being