Sitting in my easy chair
Courage in a bottle
Friday came five days too late
The grind that is life
Leaves me with little fight
Flight or fright
I struggle with all my might
Being of clear head is strange
Being fuzzy headed is more my game
But in truth it’s all the same
All thoughts and emotions can be a pain
Emptiness
Misery
Happiness
Set me free
It’s my sad and sordid plea
