Praying For A Smooth Sail

I don’t know why I’m sitting here like this

On any other given day I would be praying like a mantis

I look around and only see bright lights

Waves of greetings underneath, with chatting mouths flaunting white lies

People walk past me, and time isn’t sparse

The clock stretches longer by seconds, and minutes don’t go by fast

I just want it lighted, I want the fuming grey bud

I just want the smoke to seep in and lose itself in my lungs

The smoke will numb the sounds of wagging tongues,

tongues of those liars riding on fat tyres,

earning way more money than I’ve ever desired

I can’t take this life anymore, I can’t stay awake through all this

I am fortunate though, at least I’m not one of those,

who rant on the net when seriously pissed

I can’t escape online, but my mind needs to be taken off

And I don’t want to smoke up and suffer cough,

there has to be a better use of my time

So with my eyes closed, and closed tight, I start praying in my head,

I won’t run away, and at the end of the day I’ll only be stronger,

and I’ll sink peacefully with a smile, in my bed.