one day I’ll write a long one

Morning frost, afternoon sun
It’s changing seasons
Maybe that’s the reason
I feel drugged today.
Meandering, a lemming
Addicted to time’s constant surge.
Everyone’s a victim;
Every second, a minute lost;
And each hour, a day closer.
It is human to play blind
‘til it stings you in the gut,
Fills your nostrils with a chill
And makes you long for what you’ve had.
Everyone’s a junkie
Jonesing for times that have passed.
Memories like methadone
Undeftly dulling that wicked edge
Jagged as a fiends syringe.