Sorry, don’t know,
Where time went.
Eroded and corroded,
Thrashed by sentiment.
Chewed up and bent.
Liked to get loaded,
White wine, whiter lines,
Screwed, smoking weed,
So I could sleep.
The days I nearly died,
Mashed and ferment,
This cannot be reconciled.
Go your own way,
I also want to play,
But cannot say
Which games to throw away.
Easy to get in,
Harder to get out,
Like your head through the railings.
The mind numbs,
And whatever,
The failings you,
You think you got,
Don’t follow,
The crumbs.
People try to bring me down,
So I arrive as,
Your clown.
