Another bottle crashes empty on the wooden floor.

And there I was

living a life which no man

would be proud to live

remembering things that never happened

trying to leave it all behind

Haunted by all the roads not taken

I drift through my mind

hoping I can find all the answers

for the interrogation points that enslave me

If only I could put in all in writing…

Another cigarette has been lit.

My brain fights to retain its sanity

headaches caused by the thoughts that flow

over and over

using a corkscrew to find their way out

Another dream wakes me up.

My shaking hands desperately try to stop themselves

I roll over the empty double bed

until I fall to the cold ground

glass all around me

I try no to move.

I get up when the morning sun hits my eyes

I sit in my old chair

look to that old typewriter

drink the last sip of that old whiskey…

Another bottle crashes empty on the wooden floor.