Watching time grow old
He forgot what he wrote
Drinking bleach
To kill the mold
Inside his skull
He wanted to say it
But he didn't know how to start
He watched the raindrops
Sliding down his window
He wanted to be like that
He wanted to be important
He sat by the girl of his dreams
Admiring her laughter
He didn't want to speak
He would just ruin it
He sat in silence
In her astonishing beauty
Her eyes closed
They opened again
He was there before
And he was there then
No ambition to be
No ambition to grow
He was just there
Wondering
How was he so lucky
To be where he was
He had no purpose
Why was he made?
He was a religious sinner
Smoking because he could
Drinking because he should
Thinking because he didn't know better
Living because he was alive
Caring because he had nothing else