ME

I watched the world pass by,
I let go of all that hurt me deep,
with a bottle of my vodka so clear,
I sat like a monkey on the tree of life,
watched all those who were mine,
or so called themselves,
walk below,
those who never turned to look,
and when they did they howled ‘change’,
i blinked, tried, but a monkey couldn’t change,
I had hope that life shall be mine,
I was afraid to see it fade,
I painted the glory for me,
a pseudo happiness called my world,
where all was bright, and they looked up to me,
washed away by the waves of time,
relentless is the will of the demon inside,
I agreed, I fought,
the inevitable won, maybe I let it,
I stood alone,
like the last man standing,
a monkey could never change I guess,
never, I said, to my self.