punch e punch
Bluelighter
It's hard for me to say that I miss the crazy times
Because it is almost to admit defeat.
But as I sit, stranded in this moment,
Poring over the insanity of the past
My body aches for the lack of adrenalin in my veins
And seratonin in my brain
And so I sit, ever alert and ever prepared
For inspiration's window of opportunity
For the mutinied ship of sweet chaos
To come rolling in
Still awake at 3am,
Hacking away at the dead wood edifice of my present situation
Only to retire to numbness beyond care
In a place in my heart
Where there was once contentedness and rest
There is now a vacuum of cold gravity
Because the heart is a muscle
And once it has been built to handle a heavy load
It can only waste away with the decrease in excercise
Right now, I miss the crazy times.
However, being an incurably crazy person
I will always see
An insane red sun
Rising in the east
Because it is almost to admit defeat.
But as I sit, stranded in this moment,
Poring over the insanity of the past
My body aches for the lack of adrenalin in my veins
And seratonin in my brain
And so I sit, ever alert and ever prepared
For inspiration's window of opportunity
For the mutinied ship of sweet chaos
To come rolling in
Still awake at 3am,
Hacking away at the dead wood edifice of my present situation
Only to retire to numbness beyond care
In a place in my heart
Where there was once contentedness and rest
There is now a vacuum of cold gravity
Because the heart is a muscle
And once it has been built to handle a heavy load
It can only waste away with the decrease in excercise
Right now, I miss the crazy times.
However, being an incurably crazy person
I will always see
An insane red sun
Rising in the east
