Nightime Overload

i’m tired of being nice of smiling and shaking hands and clapping people on the back my patience is wearing thin i’m sitting at the kitchen table lightening a another cigarette my second pack today watching the moon fall below the hedge and the stars making promises they can’t keep the silence is not my friend tick tock bloody clock my head postulates anayalis and critictise all the mundane lies nobody cares about thinking really is a fools game taking you down strange lanes with no warning signs to say turn back you have gone to far everyday i see people who never ask how or why who just exist to be happy and free and live peacefully in the vaacum of their being i wish tonight that is me