I Just Don't Know What I'm Supposed To Be
09/17 2021
On days when the day itself teaches me
How to take itself seriously
It slaps me right across the face
But it goes straight through,
And night peeks out to play,
And I play happily with.
Life is not meant to be taken seriously,
Yet most serious at the same time.
How can one hope to grasp it
When even the day gives you up?
And the ground is littered with ash and beer
It reeks of yesterday's tears,
Of boredom and stale dreams
I sit alone in my bedroom, oh God I'm bored
Yet I can't tear myself from my reflection
Staring at me from tomorrow's shore
I'm honest, I swear to God
I only need another cigarette
To focus, to be able to breath.
It's not that I don't thank ... someone
For being here --- anywhere ---
It's simply that the constellations I see
Are situated in someone else's hair
And the light shines a shadow
To my fingers as the go across the page;
My words are empty, currently,
But they are the only thing I have,
Currently.