waking up with the proper hangover cure

coffee and gatorade, and klonopin, waiting for my therapist to call me

I keep looking for answers to things, foolishly,
I look in all kinds of places
I don’t know if I will ever understand myself
or the image of what I imagine myself to be
there are some that say that the ego is happiness’ worst enemy
and I am aware that I am part of a greater wisdom, but what is the fine line?  How do I get what I want and still stay sincere and humble?  I ask these questions and they fall flat, as If I’m missing something, there’s some sort of lever hidden in my backyard that needs to be cranked, and ill have roots dug deep beneath my boots.  

fliting with my girlfriend over text, the jingle and the vibration when i get the ring is better than ******, what was I thinking about again?