my eyes aren't the same as they used to be
every thing is always out of focus
I  listen more now that I can't see
I think my focus all moved to my emotion

why does this always happen when I'm bored
I pick up the pen and let my heart pour
letting my soul stain the paper
it's always my favorite time waster

some days it comes
some days it stays
all the good poets
say it comes in waves

if only people could see
how easy it could be
just a glance is all it'd take
perhaps we'd all have a better fate

**** this **** that and **** it all
I wish society could get along
but that hasn't happened since before the primordial ooze
something we're born into
not something we choose
in a place like this none of us are winners
we're all destined to lose

everything is slowing down
how slow can it go before it
stops

I just woke up
I don't know how I got here
I don't know where I've been
all I know is
I want to get drunk again