This is the world as I've come to know it
These days when you awaken to the static-electric hum
Of dead silence outside your window
When the clouds hang a little lower in the sky
And it seems inevitable that the day will end before it has even begun.
These are the days when our minds linger in the doldrums
Of too many whiskey jars and too few friends and familiar faces
When nothing that you know...
Becomes the only comfort you suddenly have
And when the dreams that spiral, twist, and copulate before your open eyes
Are the fears you never could have faced.
This is the time when we can smile bright-eyed and optimistic
Saying nothing much bad happens in the world
But when even truer slips into the shadows at the corners of our eyes
And whispers that nothing much bad really fucks up the week.
