Smoking thirty second nicotine elevators
To pull out the floor
Low again
And falling
Overcast skies within my eyes
I just want to sleep
But not tired
Just exhausted
And some dreams won’t give you rest
Here in public
Hiding for a moment
Can’t think my way out of this one
But like a bug I keep trying.
Pills have never been good for much more than allergy relief
And even if they were
What kind of option is that
I can’t understand why I come back
To this place
It’s not artsy
But it has a feel, almost like creativity
Maybe it’s gestation
I know nothing lasts forever
And that little bit of hope
Makes it feel almost better
And across the room
The wisdom of a child
Reminds me to smile.