Drifting.

Stumble over fallen sheets, pounding in my head.

Glimpse across the room, this is'nt my bed.

Tried to escape for twenty four hours.
Unpacked case, new place and hotel showers.

Have to get back soon, oblivion awaits.
Keep the phone on silent, but check it just in case.

Gone like the wind, modern vagabond.

Texts and emails, not important.
I wont respond.

Hard liquor makes the day pass quicker.
Bruised knuckles, heavy bag hard hitter.

I'm slowly sinking through the floor.
Once bright future, now unsure.

Whatever I grasp fades away.
Saving wishes for a rainy day.

Envy of friends who say, you can do what you want.

I want what I can't have.
Something real that I can grab.

You all have faith, family, love and purpose.

I have nothing to keep me grounded, it's making me nervous.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.
A rolling stone stays forever lost.

I'm either sinking or floating, I need an anchor.

I've looked everywhere, for all the wrong answers.

I can't be a carbon copy of whatever's in fashion.

If something's worth doing, do it with passion.

No man is an island. Or so I was told.
But I'm on desolate land, estranged and cold.

Live free and die hard, be ambitious and bold.

But what does it matter....

When you have nothing to hold.