State run Sunshine

The sun sets too early
and rises a bit too late.

The drifting senseless being I have become
despises it's shadow in the mirror.

What games shall enter today
what lives shall leave.

I dream of the misty sea air, the sultry summer nights.
I yearn for the heat of the desert sun and the bitter peyote flower.

When trapped in a mind so foggy, so dense,
When trapped in a role, so tight, so defined,
I dream of the oceans breeze I dream of new
New people, new faces, new loves lost.
I dream of new. A new me, the same as the last.

But my lies are still the same.
When I run out of these lies,
I dream of new.

I dream as the sun dribbles through the blinds
I dream of new as the sun fades not an hour later.
This being
this way of being

Drifting senseless brute
Searching for the end,
Dreaming of new.