I’ve been in quite the haze

throughout most of twenty-thirteen

my weeks flew by like days

I can’t remember what I’ve seen


The drugs and the distraction

keep me at constant content

the consequence of my actions:

wasted time and money spent

To think of how my life would be

were I to make a change

Could I make a better me

or would I be more strange?

To stop this whine to stop this thought

to fin’ly be at rest

to give up on the war I’ve fought

to stop this mindless jest

I guess I will just see this through

This flowers bound to blossem

no matter what, it still holds true:

that I am fucking awesome.

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