Your life’s turning backwards <br />Bury those bones in the ground <br />It’s making you paranoid <br />If there’s someone around <br /> <br />You won’t see much of nothing <br />As you hide ‘neath the sheets <br />Just think of the good times <br />And the people you’d meet <br /> <br />If your life gained some colour <br />From this dull shade of grey <br />Which you live your life in <br />Each and every day <br /> <br />It’s a downward slope <br />In which you fall <br />If all that you care for <br />Is nothing at all <br />And your life will feel empty <br />At the end of that day <br />With that green smoky haze <br />That stands in you way <br /> <br />Does tomorrow mean nothing? <br />To your dying brain <br />Sitting inside on a sunny day <br />Like its pouring rain <br /> <br />You don’t make much sense <br />As you dribble your words <br />And you think that it’s funny <br />But haven’t you heard <br /> <br />You’ll begin to fall faster <br />The further you go <br />Then you’ll be stuck down there <br />With nothing to show <br /> <br />It’s a downward slope <br />In which you fall <br />If all that you care for <br />Is nothing at all <br />And your life will feel empty <br />At the end of that day <br />With that green smoky haze <br />That stands in you way<br /><br />Tim David Cook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-smoky-haze/
