My head aches from sobriety
When you're not blind its hard to see
The world as it ought to be.
Is not the way it is to me.
The zombies seem to know their way.
Carrying contently through the day.
I stare at them through windows broke.
Laughing at this inside joke.
The punch on them but the laughs on me.
As I'm the one who longs to be free.
From my uncommon sanity.
In the sea of make-believe.