There is no reason,
never ever was;
Nor any season
that might ever change
to make a difference.

Every days the same;
Slow as molasses,
dry stench of decay
trailing behind me…
while I fade away

There are no beaches.
Nor any bitches
in heat for some play,
down where I’m headed
to count down my days

I choose the blue pill
with no-one to share;
Men in rough white coats
lead us down the hall
laughing all the way

Nights in white satin
echoing outside.
I would ask you why,
if I didn’t know
you’re only a lie

Do you remember?
Do you even try?
Best not to go there
it only makes me cry;
And the women sigh

As they come and go…
That wasn’t it.
That wasn’t it at all.
There is no reason;
And so here I lay,
trousers undone.