I played a game yesterday and it wasn’t all so bad
Coming together with some friends, feeling pretty glad.
We rolled some dice and acted some
And fights broke out, all in good fun.
I killed a guy in cold blood while he was smoking crack.
A dark imagination is not something that I lack.
Sometimes overbearing, scaring myself into a funk.
Envisioning another dead addict, well it kind of stunk.
Carrying the actions with me that I do decide.
Shirking my responsibilities on this carpet ride.
Floating all above this looking down, it’s not my own.
Everyone beneath me while I sit here all alone.
Bloodshed in the streets and there’s nothing I can do
While supernova suns change from red to white to blue.
The universe’s spiral keeps on going till it stops.
Going to the city looking for a bag to cop.
Try to fill up quick because I’m feeling real sick,
Throwing up down on the heads of big wig corporate hicks.
Lapping up the cashflow from the people down below,
Working on the trading floors and dressed in fancy clothes.
I think I’m better but I still don’t have a friend
Except for the air saying nice things on this easy wind.
I played a game yesterday and for a time I felt great.
Coming together with some friends and staying up so late.
I woke up tired, I’m a liar if I said I was awake
By the time the sun hit its zenith, shadow’s soul to take.
Getting up to TV shows and scrolling on my phone
Trying to find my future wife within this digital zone.
My eyes are blurry and I worry that there’s no one
Out there for me with whom I can have some fun.
I think I need some glasses as my eyes begin to burn.
Trying to rub away the pain – the one I can discern,
There’s so much more beneath it, hugging close onto my heart
So I’ll go into my fridge and try to fill my soul with lard.
Belly’s getting heavy and my thighs have cellulite,
And the faster that I run, the though still keeps me up at night.
I’m afraid to leave the sanctity of this major city.
The idea of losing all my friends, the feeling’s none too pretty.
Moving forward, growing old, and getting better.
The synopsis of my life proves that I prefer to be a settler.
Constant changes, rearranging, staying strong.
Even when my insides scream about how it's all wrong.
I played a game yesterday and it gave me some insight.
Coming together with some friends and flying to such great heights.
I’ll see you on the other side, in a year or more.
Swinging closed one aperture, I open twenty doors.
They say the world’s my oyster, but I hate shellfish
And it’s obvious to rhyme the last line with selfish.
Fight against the current and finally swim to land,
And the way that things have gone are not exactly as I planned.
Dropping through the atmosphere and dancing in the streets
Falling to my knees before the sun’s unwavering heat.
I’m given all these things for which I try to show gratitude,
But being grateful is an action and change in attitude.
Working for the future, try to suture up the wounds –
Putting all my pennies is a basket filled with doom.
Try to keep them close to me, but I end up without.
Time is all but up to put that money to my mouth.
Get a job and clear the fog on the unknown.
In the end, I’m on the mend and not alone.
So, when you are out there you might be scared
But just know we’re all here and hope that you fare
As well as you can no matter the struggle.
And when you come home, we can be together and snuggle.
