Mad to Keep Going

Get up.

Time to get going.

You've squanded enough.

I can't just sit here.

Can't just allow myself to rot.

It wasn't suppose to turn out this way.

But then everything good goes to shit.

There aren't any excuses to what I could have done to prevent it.

Stir a man.

Shake well.

Drink for tomorrows wasted.

Indulge in some morsels, the cabinet is full.

Smoke it down to the filter, a life of vigor and purpose.

Til, I myself, succumb to the banality of what I have become.

Only in the days when the madness was absent did I think I finnaly found peace.

But what burns cold in the depths.

Burns brighter over the sea.

I cannot rest, lay, or squander.

This madness is just what drives.

Takes time to survive

So you stand your ground

Pop the pills

Get your fill

Wake up the next day to try again.

Madness can be succumed

I wake to let it leave

So I can sit by my tree

And forgot I had madness before.