The progression of day and night collide.
I look over and asked for another Vodka shot.
I am giving this all that I got.
Perking interests and listening to other's conversations.
I imagine myself in different beautiful destinations.
Lying on a Hawaiian beach possibly
or maybe eating with the locals in the Mediterranean.
Anywhere but, here would do just fine.
I imagine myself at eighteen,
And have all my dreams laid out in front of me.
They seemed endless but, somewhere I traded them in.
I feel myself become less of the person
that I envisioned myself.
I need to motivate myself to become something other than this.
I deserve to be happy, a life full of bliss.
None of this less than ordinary bullshit.
I know that I can do it.
I just have to remind myself every now and then.
