Stoned

Mellowing in bliss, I´m not here nor there.
I am numb, devoid of drive, extinguished of bittersweet flavours.
My will is disolved, I depend on a force no greater than my own.

Without discomfort I seek nothing better, without stress I build no resilience.
Nothing to push me, no proper heading, no way to go forward.
I'm a speck of dust drifting through the air.

Sleep I am, and was, no more.
A beauty sleep that turned into a nightmare, a stagnant dream where I run in circles.
I fall and get up, and then fall and get up, and so it goes forever.

I fumble once, and twice, and thrice, wasting time, it humours me no more.
A plain and boring life this daze has built, a plain and boring life that I resigned into.
Stagnant, my reality is, until I choose to face my demons, shake things up, and drop the habits that restraint me.

Greatfullness

The live I live is plain and simple.
No fancy cars, no debts, no pimples.

I go to work with joyous people and,
Though I amn't where I ought to be.
I laugh outloud for the world to see.

The people I love, they come and go.
I treasure the moment, I go with the flow.

Sometimes I laugh, and some I cry.
I may feel low, but I'll soon rise high.

The pains and troubles fall down like rain.
They cleanse the spirit, no need to strain.

For in spite to cold and the haunting darkness.
The sun is there, with warming brightness.

Despite my troubles, my pains, my lack of toys...
My simple life is full of loving, it's rich with joys.