This mist behindmy eyes is starting
to get annoying.
It’s making things blurry.
When the world is blurryit gets frustrating,
when it gets frustrating
When I swear I feel angryand angry eyes squint,
squinting makes me look
When I feel old, I feel tiredand I want to sleep,
sleeping leads to dreams which
tugs at my imagination.
My imagination gets riled,gets the better of me,
gets me misty, and
everything starts over again.
Damn it,Damn it,