i use reality as a get-away
in my drug induced haze,
my dreams die off
and i’m left missing days;
counting hours, misplaced;
startled back into consciousness,
so this pill should ease me back in
but it’s really superfluous. i guess
we all have our vices,
although, most excessive; like most of us
it’s just a shot in the dark that again,
i’ll see some light and i won’t squint

and for once

somewhere, somehow, sometime (maybe)
i can find true delight. sans ignorance.