Screen lighting the ceiling
it goes dark on its own

wanna go
Escape the criticism
Me too

a liar wants to void her conscience
dim dumb bimbo swaggering the street walk
happiness in forgetting regrets
I was to smart to make

the smoke signs
ignoring what’s cruel in society
Overshot aiming for euphoric sobriety

Grassy valley slopes
down a mountain road
I walked contemplating

it’s strange being happy almost all the time
not being suicidal makes me question the point of life
Pulling at the parachute cord and
the anxiety of oblivion
is thankfully the best of available therapy

Until I go a month going to bed in the same place
erratically being passing company to car rides, dinner nights
running around or sleeping for days
Where is home in a year when I don’t know what to do
past the day after tomorrow.