Written. 24. July. 2002

The Bar Scene

Wasting Away
Waiting to Die
Killin' time, and I'm not even high.
I'm just the driver,
cabbie, chauffeur
the masochist who agrees to go along
And I can't even join in the fun...
'Cause this circle of friends only holds four.

Such a searing lesson,
Glaring reminder
Of all I'm not allowed.
There's evil afoot,
pure self loathing -
How apropos to be surrounded by mirrors.
As if the staring, eyes weren't enough.

So this is what I'm reduced to -
If I want to have fun.
Sit at the end of the line,
and wait until I'm needed to drive.
Is it any wonder than,
That I prefer solitude over this Hell
that so many enjoy.