What's this now

I'm in the draw/drawer/dawn Dragging myself into something, wishing The future is there I keeping picking a space to occupy That seems to work But in-between not so much Do I have the time, oh yes I have the time... It isn't true though it is I have awareness of time's speed I'm frightened As much as I love staring at walls It's less than enough for my epitaph I remember a friend's advice once: "Are you staring at walls wondering why you're miserable?" That was fixed swiftly by a Red Dwarf box set This time I'm not miserable Just existing between two points in time So I've decided to win the lottery Tonight is the idea I'm in the draw Waiting in the drawer (I know that throws off my wall idea - this is a mood writing don't forget) Awaiting dawn