Mad World

Jul 25, 2004 05:41

Always the confidante.
Always the consoler.
Never the goal.
Never the prize.

Always the crutch.
Never the answer.

Always the pastime.
Never the pursuit.

ha, always the bride's maid and never the bride.
ah, the joys of self-depreciation after another
unsuccessful night.

but what is a successful night?
I drank, I laughed, I made it home safe;
alone, but safe to try again another night.

should that not be considered a successful night
or is that just my way of consoling myself;
it seems that this is what I, above anything else,
exceed at doing.

ha... now I will become the crutched, the consoled.
now I have you play the role I have come to despise.

Perhaps I have come to resent my lot in life only
because the answer is always clear from an objective view
and how am I to solace myself when I can't be impartial
in matters that concern me directly.

ah, but I'm drunk again and not even sure if any of this
even makes any sense... it just feels good to get out.
Happy birthday to me.
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