Poetry/Music

Light as Air

First Verse:

All I see is a darkened apartment, beer bottles scattered and probably shattered.
The only set of curtains a bit tattered with a man sitting bespattered, what does it all matter.
A scraggly beard and a saddened face with a T.V. stuck on static, he's all phlegmatic while seeing his dream all schismatic.
He had a schematic and made the plan a reality, got the dream job that gots his heart all rheumatic while keeping him going like an automatic.
All he's doing is sipping cheap liquor till he's leaning backwards, practically drinking his poison getting sicker quicker as the T.V. continues to flicker.
He just grabs the clicker and turns it off and cries, his soul akin to ticker and his skin just thicker.
Loneliness made the man, yeah a madman throughout his lifespan all deadpan.
The outcome was predictable, he was dumb to become so numb in early days, how did the results become so glum?
He got stuck in the plumb while drowning in the rum, there is more to add to the sum.
So as he cries after so many tries of changing his life, but he is floating in the darkness too deep like an eternal sleep deep.
Only if I was light as air.

Chorus:

I remember the days of going without a care.
Those were the days I was light as air.
Everything had it's own sort of flare and the sun had a blare.
Not everyone had a glare and everything was fair.

So bring me back to the days I was light as air.
I swear with the knowledge I have now I will bear less sorrow from this nightmare.
Is the future is as I see it, just working in healthcare filled with despair?
Probably, people say I got the power to change it, but I can't just prepare for it.

Even the stars look different...

Second Verse:

Next day in scrubs with a foul stench of suds, been hitting up too many pubs while luckily staying away from other drugs.
Next month, he continues the same with blindly placing blame with zero shame.
Next year, had too much beer, gotten a bit too hammered and had to spend the night in the slammer running his yammer with slurred grammar.
Next ten years, nothing has changed, just became a bigger quitter upon being a spitter of truth, just to become more bitter.
Next twenty years, retirement finally comes with not feel of empowerment within this torment.
Next time in the hospital, in the familiar death bed instead, hanging by a single thread and can't help but shed a tear while in your head you fled the future that was a double feature of the creature he was.
Soon there is a flat line, now he is light as air...hanging up in the stars instead of hanging out in bars.

Chorus:

I remember the days of going without a care.
Those were the days I was light as air.
Everything had it's own sort of flare and the sun had a blare.
Not everyone had a glare and everything was fair.

So bring me back to the days I was light as air.
I swear with the knowledge I have now I will bear less sorrow from this nightmare.
Is the future is as I see it, just working in healthcare filled with despair?
Probably, people say I got the power to change it, but I can't just prepare for it.

Even the stars look different...