Tired of being me
Seclusion.
Illusion, and
Delusion.
I am here.
Yet I am there.
I am no where.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to be.
Tired of being me.
So here I sit.
Beer in hand.
Nothing left.
My will is gone.
Sip, sip, sip.
Fuleing the machine.
Another beer.
Another day.
Is this all,
All that is me?
Why do I care?
Why do I breath.
So sick and tired.
Tired of being me.
09/13/08