i’ve realized that
i want nothing more
than what I have
or what i can obtain
but so far as i can tell
that isn’t a whole lot
i drink the same beer
smoke the same cigarettes
and wake up alone
with the same hangover
people say you are too young
to be sad
but isn’t that what life
is all about
our present condition
the tragedy that it is
to see it as a bad thing
would be more of a nightmare
than it would be denying it
the romanticism
oh
the ever hopeless
romanticism
that is
my life
gets the best of me
i try to drink it off
which works
but only for a short while
what’s sad is i know
this isn’t for me
or at least
what i want for me
there must be some place
i can run away to
there must be someone
who is as sad as i am
someone
who goes to bed
wishing for
that last piece to complete
the chaotic **** mess
of a puzzle
that is their life
perhaps that piece
does exist
or perhaps that piece
is just the beer
in front of me