This all seems like a cosmic joke
So much relief provided by clouds of smoke
So much pain it makes my blood thicken
So little space for me to grow
Feeling like a hamster trapped in a cage
A cage big enough for me, but not big enough for my rage
I see the way you tease me with your prizes
Then all I can judge you by are their prices
I walk farther and farther from home base
But worry not Mary Jane is already on the case
She's making it so that I can laugh and eat
she's making it so that I'm numb to defeat
Someone calls out a warning
But do I heed it? No, not today
Why? Because it's just not the way
That I deal with the everyday shit that makes me
Want to alleviate myself daily or weekly
I'm weak from the thought that maybe today
Will be different from yesterday, but who can say
I write, and I write but with no real direction
It's like walking living in a valentine world and finding no affection