days of daze

a play with words

I don’t know what to do but to watch the morning dew gather

Feeling like a dick for the addict I have been

I try to remember the wants I once had

So I suppose I reap what I sew

I have leased out my life to being the least version of me

I feel dual minded and the two sides are having a duel for control

I seem like I’m coming apart at the seam

I keep my eye on the future

While I’m here I stay quite to see if I can hear fate

I look for a role model but all I see are idle idols

I’ve had enough feeling weak as the weeks keep passing

Time to move past the days of daze