The Race

mind racing

too many faces and places

where I’ve been and where I don’t belong

the mind churning, the year’s turning

Life doesn’t play on like a song

mind scattered

thoughts shattered

memories lost

paths that have been crossed

Never to go back again

drugs to calm the pain

to alleviate the brain

time for restraint is time for complaints

time for complaints no time to feel vain

there is no measure

the extent of damage

far beyond the pleasure

held as a treasure

the drug is the drug is the drug

the weapon of choice is louder than my voice

The weapon  of our time is stronger than our minds

Will power

Maybe only to take a shower

Won’t cower

Not even when my life goes sour

Wasted 20 lbs of lazy

On a hazy daisy

Winning at being lazy

Try to fight

Make things right

But shit is stronger than my might

Racing but not facing

This is gonna be your last game.