Drip drip drip
                             Can't think - clutter.
                             Random thoughts race in and out.
                             I need more, I sneak about.
                             Jittery, confused, paranoid...
                             One track mind...
                             Can't sleep, visions of li nes.
                             Where can I get it...
                             Focusing on the next time.
                             No tomorrow, desiccated...
                             Arms and legs feel like weights.
                             I wallow in sorrow, self pity.
                             I feel like shit!
                              I desecrate in roads of snow.  cold,
                             I lose my sanity.  Can't eat, no money, out of lies.
                             No purpose...  Don't know?
                             Can't think,, too much clutter.
                             dRIP, dRIP,  dRIP...

                             By Carolann Sirchie