Dry Wall

Running dry Up all night Sleep deprived Dread all the times I'd spend Doing nothing Watch the paint Dry away Watch my eyes Look to space Stuck in rooms With the loons I'd rather race Than be consumed Where, oh, where would I go Places that i don't know Far, far away from home Who, oh, who can I be Answer can't be nothing You are always something Why, oh, why can't I find Happiness from inside Life is pretty sublime When, oh, when will I die Existential rewrite Dreaming in the daytime Nothing's happening The walls are dampening Coma inducing Boredom brooding Gray hairs showing Impatience growing Getting old Fun turns cold Blocked By dry walls Clouds Bring me down Repetition Worsens the condition Return to addiction Trapped in my mind and the walls Are painted white Oh, my Oh, my