yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
a simple line
from a simple song
yet so complex
with it's double meanings
and cryptic metaphors
it wasn't always sunset
we used to only drive
until the sun came up
and perhaps creeping into the afternoon
if we didn't watch ourselves
yet i watch you all continue
greedily and hungrily
insatiably follwing those white lines
on into the sunset
on into your second sunset
with the same clothes
but who's keeping track?
so maybe i'm not perfect
maybe i'm a little guilty
of dabbling here and there
on any given friday night
but once the club is over
and the afterparty winds down
once the sun comes up
and the drugs wear off
it's time to go home
it's time to go to bed
is this really necessary???
9:30 a.m. on a saturday morning
i marvel at the irony of
witnessing addictions darkest hours in the brightness and hope of a new day
yet they feed off of one another
him a uselesss bag of bones
used to the lifestyle
and her
brilliance breaking down
before my very eyes
i quietly observe her inner struggle
the lines are cut
fresh and ready to go
hesitant
she approaches the plate
with an impending doom
almost as though she knows better
but has lost the spirit to care
she assures me that it's all ok
i worry about her not sleeping
yet to calm my fears
she proudly displays
a full bottle of xanex
i see
knock your body out
while your mind is on warp speed
thank you
i feel so much better now
seeing that you two are in complete control
jumping chemical extremes
to retain some sort of
"balance" and "order"
in this chaos you call a
typical weekend
what happened to the days when weekends were for sleeping in....
[ 06 July 2002: Message edited by: yoUr bLiSS ]
from a simple song
yet so complex
with it's double meanings
and cryptic metaphors
it wasn't always sunset
we used to only drive
until the sun came up
and perhaps creeping into the afternoon
if we didn't watch ourselves
yet i watch you all continue
greedily and hungrily
insatiably follwing those white lines
on into the sunset
on into your second sunset
with the same clothes
but who's keeping track?
so maybe i'm not perfect
maybe i'm a little guilty
of dabbling here and there
on any given friday night
but once the club is over
and the afterparty winds down
once the sun comes up
and the drugs wear off
it's time to go home
it's time to go to bed
is this really necessary???
9:30 a.m. on a saturday morning
i marvel at the irony of
witnessing addictions darkest hours in the brightness and hope of a new day
yet they feed off of one another
him a uselesss bag of bones
used to the lifestyle
and her
brilliance breaking down
before my very eyes
i quietly observe her inner struggle
the lines are cut
fresh and ready to go
hesitant
she approaches the plate
with an impending doom
almost as though she knows better
but has lost the spirit to care
she assures me that it's all ok
i worry about her not sleeping
yet to calm my fears
she proudly displays
a full bottle of xanex
i see
knock your body out
while your mind is on warp speed
thank you
i feel so much better now
seeing that you two are in complete control
jumping chemical extremes
to retain some sort of
"balance" and "order"
in this chaos you call a
typical weekend
what happened to the days when weekends were for sleeping in....
[ 06 July 2002: Message edited by: yoUr bLiSS ]
