Give me a drag... With an unfinished outsider waiting for a dream. How many dreams must I go through to find the one. Always yesterday following me, through doors of unconcerned addictions. Oh, how I loath the urge. But I welcome it. A friend found me by the door. Waiting with arms outstretched, ears open... but I closed them. Oh, how hard it is to listen. The fog fills fills my mind with visions of tomorrow, but I refuse to listen. Only the now effects my spirit. My spirit flies... leaving me. I'm alone in my own desperation Just one more drag... Must I continue dreaming of what will come. Will it ever become... real. If I try to live what was... Will I ever be what was written? Or will I write a new story. Will the story have a happy ending? Or will it me a mystery. Only time will show what the pen will write. Only I will control the pen. Without it I'm doing fine. I'll show you tomorrow when I run out. Then I'll get some more and be just fine... Until I run out. Thirteen years ago I didn't worry about what I'd do today. Now I'm wondering what I'll do thirteen years from now. Give me another. Tomorrow came so fast and I don' remember how I got here. I take a look back and realize that the future is as real as today. It's hard to breathe. I'm choking. I'm falling down, but still groping... the euphoria I yern. Tomorrow is another day If I reach it. Just one more.
