The high is wearing off, I’m coming down
My mouth relaxed to the smallest frown
The head aches, the mind is weary
My nose runs and eyes are teary.
Another day has come and gone
I feel quite exhausted but there is no yawn.
What am I doing with my life?
I have greater purpose than being a wife.
I have so much love to give
But the world is running it through a sieve.
Easily distracted by consumption in excess
(except for bullshit but here I digress).
I’m tired of feeling like I have nothing to contribute
(the statement above my friends will surely refute).
Not everything is worthy of my attention
What I’ve wasted my time on I’m embarrassed to mention.
Always looking for a real connection
Forever blindsided by slick misdirection.
It’s like I’m waiting for something to happen
But while I’m waiting the days, they are passing