155. Today

What point memories,
If there's no light to redeem?
What point Fantasies,
If they become real?
Variation, it seems;
Concocted by vicious dreams.

I wish I could get up in the afternoon
Living life here is so damned obtuse.
Alcohol - used and abused.
All I want are standardised rules.

What good visions,
Without a way to act?
What good decisions,
If others detract?
With ideals, people react;
They care not about common fact.

I wish I could run away, soon; today?
I feel there's no other way,
To make the feelings subside;
Go away.