Where do busy minds go
When there's nothing to analyze
And nobody cares to know
That the war appears to be over,
Or maybe it's just begun ...
Could somebody please tell me,
If we lost
Or if we won?
Zero, Zero Service
Over the net it goes
Volleying for each point
Bump, set, spike,
Who will win,
No one knows.
Is it over yet?
Codes of letters and numbers and symbols
Meaningless in any language
Perhaps
But not meaningless
To me.
I speak gibberish.
I notice things.
It's what I do.
How about you?
I've always been a little crazy,
But it helps me from going
Insane.
Who's to blame?
What's the point
To the game?
What's my name?
Does it even matter anymore?
How many times have I been here
Before
In this place
Where I'm nothing but a file
Nothing but a number,
Just a face
Making sense to nobody,
Not even to myself.
Blame the pills,
They say,
For all your ills.
Well, I take them ALL
Religiously.
Whatever shit they chuck at me.
I follow the rules
As best I understand
But that's the thing,
I don't.
Understand.
Never have.
Not sure I even want to.
