Something destructed
the alteration from last year to this
is killing me
most would say
“I got my life
on the right track”
but its not the right track for me

my nights of running through forests and bogs
from security guards and cops
and stumbling into my room late at night
not know how  I got home
have faded away
the animus of the party
replaced by a nothingness
by a drull, by routine
like a drought
my life is drained
of excitement and adventure.