Morning Hangover
I thought about just posting one of the many something’s hanging out in my notes. Ideas, philosophies and dreams.
Something polished and well written. But this moment is not truly as it seems
I feel like I’m walking with a hangover, A headache and empty soul. Its more because I’m lonely, As I dance around my pole
The outside world it’s hot and cold. never perfect, always old. As we all walk in in slumber, a feeling getting dumber
another day I sit here, In a numbed out blaze. 44 and wondering If it’s still a phase
Because I am walking with a hangover
The pain of being me, In a world of seperation, I only want to be free. But another day another dollar. Working shouting as we holler
This is just the hangover. It’s not truly me. A hangover for the century, Or is it a disease?
The illusion and house of mirrors. Is the drug that keeps us here. Close your eyes and see it fall, Relinquish all your fears
It’s but a hangover, A dark and saddened day. A simple little hangover, Let’s go out and play
Forget it all and spend the day Simply having fun. An excuse to waste away. Instead of getting it done
A lonely little hangover. A hissy fit of pain. But try again my dear friend . The control will soon be slain
Just live in love. The moment is at hand, To Live your joy, Recruit them to your band.
The hangover is an illusion, An excuse to just get by
Beat your drum and watch them come, Tell the illusion goodbye.
Beat your drum and watch them come, Tell the illusion goodbye.
