my lifestyle is dead style
out of my head style
every day's the wrong side of the bed style
I'm living so lifeless
like painted-on eyelids
my life's only priceless because there's no price list
not blind but I'm sightless
no wings so I'm flightless
no things to take sight of and fly for or ride for
or die for or try for or lie for or strive for
or cry for or smile for or open my eyes for
making steps is unwise like Gandalf's demise
wiping dust from my eyes, I set sight on the skies
still can't see so surmise it's my final sunrise
a well of wet decisions doesn't ever run dry
a wet decision
like
when you're drunk
or otherwise inebriated ;)