I have been swept away now; haven't we all.
These words are muttered and mumbled,
crowding my head like the bar I
left my soul in. The smoke choking
   broken thoughts- my mind
can't breathe.
Another cigarette and i'm
on my way through the
empty streets, looking
for the others who have
  nothing to give or
receive, just themselves.
And when the sun
comes up, we will
  go back to our aimless tasks,
praying life
would just take us away.