Waking Up From Reality

A new start playing the same tired clown
He knows more than he lets on, but this time
It’s for keeps, and this time he’s not
Fucking around.
This is some deep shit you got yourself into
And wading through it is harder on the lungs
Than your pathetic arms are worth,
Because,
They’re not worth a damn thing.
You run faster and faster and breathe
Harder and harder and cough
Louder and louder and lie to yourself
Again and again and again and
You forget why.
The clock always jokes around with you
Playing tricks for sleepy eyes and
Forgetful memories until they’re forced to come to..
Some realization..
Fading..Out of..
Con scious n e s s

And back in damn it!!
Why can’t I stay in Neverland?
On morphine??
On anything???

On a regular basis
You make fun of yourself, only,
You don’t mean to, and
Of course it’s okay
It’s just the way the medication makes you.
We’re all gonna die don’t you know
Or didn’t you get the memo?
‘Aren’t we already dead? I thought
We were dead!’
Don’t kid yourself you clown,
You’re such a clown,
Always clowning around
Until the funhouse mirrors in your bathroom
Scare the makeup off your chest.

And getting that off your chest
Didn’t feel as good as you thought
It would. The clock told you right,
But it was three o’clock..
In the morning
And sitting down at the head of the table
Doesn’t mean so much if it’s empty,
Neither does the glass of water
Nor the bottle of whisky
The sleeping pills
The pain pills
Diet pills
And,
Finally, no more bitter pills left to swallow
Not even any first-rate vitamin C
To choke on,
But the sun rises another day
Before the last one has set.
A glass of orange juice will have do,
And now it’s time
To wake up and live!
The dream