Drink away the twilight hour.
Bliss and bitterness always follow that dimming time.
Disorganized thought overrun by clarified observations.
Nothing is ever the same.
Reach a higher state of consciousness by the prime time light.
The tube, oh how it imitates life.
I feel a congratulations is in order
Now that you've graduated into something larger than you used to know.
Catch the dreams in the intricate webs we weave.
Staring at the plaster ceiling, here I am again.
Searching for inspiration.
Thinking,
Wondering if I really deserve something perfect like a soul mate.
Even the best of us deny themselves the credit they deserve.
Where is my mind, when I'm plastered and scattered?
Blue as the curtains,
Even the light fades to a gray - once in a while.
Where am I going with this?
It's not open and shut, nor does circular reasoning apply.
Where am I going?
I'll let you know when I get there.
