I never took an illegal drug but used many of a legal kind
I'm a depository for side effects, yet I still have all my pain
Do I care about every day life? Do I expect life will change?
Not truly, I've no prophetic vision for the life I've experienced
I loved my many friends and family, I love all deeply, stupidly
Legal prescription aren't more safe, nor are they even helpful
Repeating our world calls out asking, for hope to civilization
The wise will see me as an empty, savage fool, even obscure
I've met and tasted of a finest, cherished, glorious vintage
A future unwritten, destiny unpromised, life immutable
It goes on but not outside my hand's tightly held leash
I can't see when my vision is blocked and obscured
As everything is distant, dark, I've found surprise
Some things good, some bad, some indifferent
I walk down the corridor with no anticipation
Yes, there it is, the odd level of satisfaction
Before me, experience is still powerful
With each corridor walk as ignorant
Somehow I try to retain my hope
My chapter of life finds an end
Something deliberate, worthy
Saved by grace, and mercy
For reasons I don't know
Nor will I ever
“Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn
away the part of my mind where hope was.” Sophocles
I'm a depository for side effects, yet I still have all my pain
Do I care about every day life? Do I expect life will change?
Not truly, I've no prophetic vision for the life I've experienced
I loved my many friends and family, I love all deeply, stupidly
Legal prescription aren't more safe, nor are they even helpful
Repeating our world calls out asking, for hope to civilization
The wise will see me as an empty, savage fool, even obscure
I've met and tasted of a finest, cherished, glorious vintage
A future unwritten, destiny unpromised, life immutable
It goes on but not outside my hand's tightly held leash
I can't see when my vision is blocked and obscured
As everything is distant, dark, I've found surprise
Some things good, some bad, some indifferent
I walk down the corridor with no anticipation
Yes, there it is, the odd level of satisfaction
Before me, experience is still powerful
With each corridor walk as ignorant
Somehow I try to retain my hope
My chapter of life finds an end
Something deliberate, worthy
Saved by grace, and mercy
For reasons I don't know
Nor will I ever
“Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn
away the part of my mind where hope was.” Sophocles
