Green Smoky Haze Poem by Timothy David

Your life’s turning backwards
Bury those bones in the ground
It’s making you paranoid
If there’s someone around

You won’t see much of nothing
As you hide ‘neath the sheets
Just think of the good times
And the people you’d meet

If your life gained some colour
From this dull shade of grey
Which you live your life in
Each and every day

It’s a downward slope
In which you fall
If all that you care for
Is nothing at all
And your life will feel empty
At the end of that day
With that green smoky haze
That stands in you way

Does tomorrow mean nothing?
To your dying brain
Sitting inside on a sunny day
Like its pouring rain

You don’t make much sense
As you dribble your words
And you think that it’s funny
But haven’t you heard

You’ll begin to fall faster
The further you go
Then you’ll be stuck down there
With nothing to show

It’s a downward slope
In which you fall
If all that you care for
Is nothing at all
And your life will feel empty
At the end of that day
With that green smoky haze
That stands in you way