I am a sum of some images
The world, I hardly recognize it. A cigarette drags out my lungs.
Old memories fade in newer scenario. Its beer alternating with rum.
The stars they no more glimmer; the sun now needs a shade.
Eyesight is hazy, limbs feel lazy; mind foggy, I am groggy.
Seem to sit on a volcano; sharks out of the sea waiting for me.
New gadgets attract only for minutes; old pleasures just wean away.
My rhythms don’t match my subjects; body language opposes my words.
Music makes me cry; my house seems a sty; I am a sum of some images.