About trying to feel good. I wrote this a few days ago, and for the first time I had actually been feeling good, although it kinda wore off after a while.

Enjoying the times
I’m hanging out on cloud nine
Hanging with the dimes
A couple nickles
And roaches that come by
And in my mind so far away
Dance in the sun
The whole day
With the clouds beneath
My weary feet
Blocking out
Gloom and doubt
The fog in my eyes
I cannot see the world
The fear in my eyes
There’s nothing that I feel
No long is it real
In this trance I heal
Yet I still got two hands in the sunshine
And one foot slipping into the grave
And twenty-five cents to my name
Still feeling the same
Still feeling not a thing
Even with my heart
Being heavy as lead
Except this spinning in my head

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