Too hungry to eat
And too empty to sit still. Too tired to sleep. But too awake to focus. Mind racing, on no particulars. Choices, choices.
Socially inadequate, just enough, to hide in the back, eyes to the ground. But outspoken enough to know not to go totally un-noticed.
Running in one pack. Straying from the group. Picking up the random objects. Realizing again, lost, which direction should have been followed? Eh, make a path.
Bring it back to the den. Hidden amoungst other items. Nothing needed, collected for memory. Collected for comfort, for reminders of times long gone.
Brought out into the light to help another laugh, to wander back into the shadows when the time calls. Intelligent enough to read the streets, stupid enough to wander down them.
Don't think before you speak, if you think it, you mean it. There is no time for euphemisms. Speak clearly, with enough resonation to be heard, yet still mumbling.
Today has come and gone. Like yesterday. Minor details lost in the frailty of mediocrity.
Maybe the lunatics should be envied. Their names will carry on, long after their body will.
Is simplicity all it's cracked up to be? Is this really worth it? Is it too much to ask? What does one ask? Where does one go? Do they know when to go?
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. Maybe one day.
It's all about counting. Count the minutes, count the hours, count the days, weeks, months, years... Is it counting in their eyes? Is it counting in yours? Did it count at all?
It all adds up. It all counts. But for what?
Crack another top. Smoke another smoke, fill the room with acrid fumes.
There's more out there.
