a mouse on a wheel
outside of your mind
endlessly walking
on the treadmill of your time
a stranger to yourself
your gears do grind
trails of smoke come out of your ears
and you are getting on in years
after work drinking
is how you unwind
without solemn solitude
and a helping hand
to ask and to guess
you havn't been blessed
many good things have been lost
on this road less traveled
and your mind is unraveled
anything but to be free
of complication & difficulty
free is your main goal
and you lost your identity
it hurts you down to your soul
without a condition of being oneself
on top of it you are all alone
on an island in these oceans of hours
nothing to show for how you have grown
walking backwards down your street
there is a drum banging loudly
but,you can't make out the beat
nothing is real to you
not even your hope
it's hard to watch you
especially when I know how to cope
I can't teach you anything
until you hit rock bottom at the end of your rope
I'm not bitter I want to see you happy
another time & another place
somewhere down the road
I can't stand that look on your face
when I ask you to go home
because you are drunk & stupid
I would rather be alone
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