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I seem to dream my life away,
This statement is no lie.
I wish that I could just dream on,
After I should die.

Life is just too much for me,
So much I want to do.
I'm 31 with no career,
Still havn't got a clue.

I hardly sleep at all these days,
There's too much in my head.
If not for my strong will to live,
I'd probably be dead.

My brain cells move around so fast,
They generate much heat.
You could boil an egg in there,
Wouldn't that be neat.

I had some time to do weird things,
I hope you understand.
I bought a brand new video,
Too bad it's second hand.

Sometimes if I'm in the mood,
I'll exercise my bong.
Come up with a melody,
And write another song.

I don't care if people stare,
I like to smoke allot.
I've never ever heard a case,
Of tripping hard on pot.

I know I've scared some people off,
They just don't like my style.
In their quest for great success,
Forgotten how to smile.

I sit here half sedated,
Just for fun I spose.
I blame myself for everything,
It is the life I chose.

I never will get recognized,
On a secret hidden poster.
Just like the old saying,
Up shit creek without a toaster.

I know some verses don't make sense,
That was all inteneded.
If you find a deeper meaning,
That's just fucking splendid.

I think now I'll just fade away,
Continue in seclusion.
Portions of my brain are dead,
That is no delusion.

JoN. 27-Sep-2007