Its 2:17 am,

Sitted in a chair

An office chair

Sqeaky

Making circles

Just like the thoughts in my mind

Thinking of life

And what i make of it

What it makes of me

I keep calling myself a star

But i feel like a candle

All i'm left with is a scar

And a bit of a scandal

Random chaos?

Or orchastrated misery?

I sigh..

Sip my coffee

Just the other night,

At this exact time,

I was sipping Bourbon!

A different high

The duality of life.

"If you see me in a fight with a bear

Feel sorry for the bear"

No need to cause panic

I've been through the pits

And its always nostalgic.