Cant close my eyes, no rest for me.
I’m staring at my ceiling, and wonder what will be.
I ask myself, what is the goal of my existence?
To be strangled by others consistence?
To act and react, on what others tell me too?
But what if I wanna decide for myself what I wanna do?
But even than, ille proberly drop to the floor…
How do I know? Well, ive been there before…
Briefly I awaken, from the storm in my brain.
I get up slowly, and roll another sig in my smoking chain..
The radio plays a old Hawaiian tune,
As I open my curtains to look at the moon.
I light my smoke and I inhale deep.
I look at the stars, and I wish that I could sleep…