It's every morning I wake up
Just have a day off
I'm trying to shake off
All of my
Perceptions of people and places
Who'd otherwise make me want to spit on their faces
And every evening I drift off
Turning the lights off
Can't turn the thoughts off
Knowing
Self recovery is a task that's thankless
Maybe I'm just another one of those wankers
With
Forward thinking fresh perspectives
Always fully introspective
Love, truth, happiness
Smacks of smug self righteousness and ease
It's hard but I must accept that
Nothing I say now
Can ever change how
I am the
Sisyphean Boulder on your shoulder blades
Or the crumbs in your jar of orange marmalade
But still I will not give in
Can't give the fight up
Must drink the right cup
Always
Moving forward with an eastern tantra
Holding on to cliches and worn out mantras
Like
Bow to love don't bend to hate
Don't let those feelings infiltrate
Learn to heal now you have grown
I'd have thought that you'd have known that
Maybe I just wanna be one of those wankers
With forward thinking fresh perspectives
Who's always fully introspective
Love, truth, happiness
It smacks of smug self righteousness and ease