walking in a dazed fog
these days are becoming monotonous again
slowly
the money is dissipating
nothing to show for the loss of it
days roll by quicker each day
or so it seems
dreams become better than the waking reality
i've been sleeping in
feeling sluggish and stagnant
we all need change
but not the change from mr. obama's
left pocket
i get the feeling
i'm walking through a distorted wonderland
without the wonderful wonders
looking for some quick thrills
simple pleasures if possible
when it's all said and done
my face is still a blank sheet
filled with questions
inspiration leaves me
without a single note to tell me
i'll be back with you again
so don't you fret
i'm left with a blank stare
instead
