Crashed

I smoked a rock and lost my way' I didn't mind at all. All I wanted every day was more to stop the fall. I smoked my father's hopes and dreams I smoked my self-respect, I put a flame to silent screams and loved ones I'd neglect. I smoked when I saw what I'd done to make myself forget, but still I didn't have much fun though I'd get higher yet. I'd climbed upon a whirling tide that sucked me darkly down. No safe place for me to hide, just endless spinning round. Older now and sadly wise I look back and I see Shadows deep inside my eyes that were never meant to be.