The Tired Sky

Waking up in a haze of this foggy life

Sit and ponder the night before

looking back as my liver cries

the red bleeding out of my marijuana eyes

staring out of the window into distant skies

seeing nothing

but an everlasting cycle of wins of loses

the loses outweigh the victories

and most would quit the game

truth is we are not the same

when the wind blows and the clouds clear

a more beautiful star appears

The moon which had my gaze

Is gone, covered in a foggy haze

the stars

oh, so many beautiful stars it pains me

to stick to one. It might be

better to see the full sky

but committing to one is a hard buy

A hard sell, because it’s too late my time is done

Tired of constellations, time to have only one