I sit back on my chair
Staring endlessly at the walls
Where did it all go wrong
For nothing seems to have no cause
The man in the mirror isn’t me anymore,
The man I’m searching for is already long gone.
I sit back in my chair,
Counting each wrinkle, here I sleep
Time has passed by quickly,
Life happened, some bitter, some sweet
Ebbing aimlessly, got me sick
Hey bartender, One more whiskey neat,
I sit back in my chair,
See the kids laugh and play.
I recount the time I was a child,
Now, waiting to leave the world, I pray.
I inhale the smoke of my choice,
Not sure if redoing would change any
All the promises had their prices
And all of it, I paid.
I sit back in my chair and wait
For the inescapable end to begin.
Will it be glorious, will it be nice?
Or, will it just be another shot with ice?
