Inventory

i'm a little fish in a little pond swimming in circles waiting for the day i drown.
my daydreams are making the time pass in impossible fantasies.
i sleep more than i should.
i hurt more than i deserve.
i'm a hopeless romantic suffering from a pessimist disease.
there's no prescription i can fill to cure this mindless pity party.
i think i'm in love with chasing the love that fails.
my breaking heart is the best way for me to know i'm alive.
i've detached from everything i know.
i'm sitting alone taking inventory of my soul and the list is short.

Wrinkles

i'm past my prime, i wasted all of my time.
pinned my hopes and dreams on the same sleeveless shirt.
playing games without the rules; thinking heart's don't break.
pretending love never ends and i'll always be young.
all the world and all the lies show in the wrinkles around my eyes.

teased by a promise that no cosmetic can deliver
i spend money i don't have to find that elixir
and with failure comes prescriptions
sweet sleep, sweeter dreams, a vicious circle that eats away the days
this hole i can't get out of feels like home

life becomes a serious of little things
do i bother to smile or just paint one on
how do i find the spirit? where has it gone?
love seemed so plentiful and men so grateful
i feasted up the sins of their flesh
now i fast and i see no end to this lonely unrest.

there are moments i realize how alone i really am
then there are times i call it solitude instead
i think more then i feel
i wonder if any love i had was real
i'm fading away and burning out all at the same time
was anything i ever had even mine

too tired for punctuation
too bored ...
maybe tomorrow i'll finish something