Trance

Feel the numb as it pours another shot

laugh away the world

walk in stumbled doorways

smell the small victory

See with double eyes that speak

where there was a soul

only left a calender empty

no place to go

excuses make a mind so full

now no room to grow

how can one reap what they did not sow?

what is liked is never loved

not moving forward but left behind

within the trance that is mine