It gets me every time,
All this stuff Im feeling,
Leting go of my mind,
Energy I needed.

I drained it down the pipe,
literally, I mean it,
Just trashing all around,
Acting now, not thinking.

I always ask myself,
After, never during,
Why I keep going at it,
If I know its consuming.

A part of my life,
Where I cant explain fustrations,
Fears, runaway routes,
And demoralizations.

I wonder if is due,
To some kind of allienation,
That Ive made up myself,
Following worlds directions.

That represses me to be,
But lets me free to go on,
Hiding any beliefs,
Im acting like a moron.

Exposing my addiction,
My soul summoned to burn,
Tomorrow Ill deny,
I have deeper concerns.

If it is good or evil,
Im not able to tell,
Whether the urge is real,
Ill have to try and guess.