Saturday Dreamed of the ocean Smoking in bed and I refuse to go out This sadness has me tied Another day I drink by myself When did things become so predictable? I'd drive without hands Saturday Slow falls the night Nothing to offer, devoid of desires I sit and stare into space A quiet day Buried in time I drag a life unfit to last That longs to make sense I'd like to know - is this as good as it gets? I feel like cursing the sky I'd like to go into a space of nothingness Even before comes my time