I wake up, wash
my face, brush my teeth, and get my breakfast to-go.
I get in the car and hit the road to work
But then…but then,
it happens.
Something triggers
me and snaps me out of reality
The need, the
addiction throbs like a headache
Or maybe it
causes the headache-
Either way, the
throbbing makes me wake up
It makes me drive
a little faster
Nothing beats getting this fix.
Nothing beats getting this fix.
I missed this
feeling; I crave this feeling!
The itch hits
like a rhythm-keeping bass drum
No, it IS the
rhythm-keeping bass drum
I blare my
speakers at full capacity
I necessitate
the rush and how it flows through my veins
The need drives
me…
But then…but
then the song ends.
I turn the volume down, but my smile remains.
My day continues
normal; just like most others.