Lost am I
Someone please show me the way
Through the mazes of my mind
Guide me through the fire lights.
What I do
Plans of grandeur
To dust they fall.
So much rage, so much pain
I cry deep tears – a rain
My brain’s a mush, Pill popping a game
Memory’s no use – it’s down the drain
How does it happen that the only things truly worth having in this life come from the internal world of self and none from the external world, the material world?