What's your anesthesia?
We all have one
Something to numb the pain
Something to distract
To subtract
From the everyday hell of our reality
Something to take away
From the very pain
Of our chaotic cocoon
In which we’ve wrapped ourselves
In an act of pure self-destruction, self-mutilation, self-pity
What is your anesthesia?
I’ll share with you, if you share with me
Maybe we can amputate
The rotting routine we call our own
What is your anesthesia?
What do you use to forget you’re alone?

Is it tv?
Do you sit hour after hour like a zombie?
Staring straight into that box
Turning carefully developed plots and skits
Into reality and feeding into that shit?
Do you thumb the channels? Flick, flick
Who is controlling the thoughts that are being fed into your mind?
Is it the mental IV that we all call TV?
Your brain turns to mush
Opinions of Bush
Your mind sits idle
American Idol
And if you really want the blues
The evening news
Tuning into Reality shows
While we numb ourselves to the reality we call our own.
Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?

What is your anesthesia?

Is it liquor or beer
That suppress all your fears?
Drink up, take a shot
Open bar! Drink a lot.
Sipping the drug that runs through your veins
If it weren’t for liquor, would u go insane?
With nothing to gulp, nothing to taste
Nothing to calm down the resentment and hate
that grow like mold around your wilted heart
Making you yearn for an alcoholic jumpstart
Do you welcome the loss of control of your mind?
Do you wait for the numbness it brings deep inside?
Grey Goose, Tequila, Moet, Chardonnay
What flavor will it be today?
For you must digest the novocaine of the soul. Guzzling your ointment.
A Band-Aid for your childhood misfortunes and your adult disappointments
Destroying your liver is a small price to pay
For the peace a drink gives you on a hectic workday.

What is your anesthesia?

Is it work?
9 to 5, plus over-time tears you away from the things that you love
Dollar signs imprinted on your pupils.
Money makes the world go round. Money makes dreams come true.
The kids love the nanny
Besides, I can buy them PS2.
New clothes, new cars, new shoes for the wife.
But as you sit perched on top of the corporate ladder, and look outside
you’re skyline-view window, you see something pass you by…LIFE.
Is the check you receive feeding your starved children? Starved for
affection, quality time, time that could be spent reading books, solving
puzzles, watching them grow.
As you go home to a house of sleeping angels
Do you feel a lump in your throat or is your silk tie too tight?
Missing recitals, baseball games.
Paying for toys, computers and chimes
Won’t bring back the twinkle in their eyes.
For when the years pass and you reap the rewards
of your 401k and you’re sitting there bored.
Your kids will be grown with nothing but hunger
Which they’ll satisfy with success, keeping their emotions down under
Isn’t life grand? 9 to 5, business suits, expense accounts.
As you look at the basketball that you never bounced.
The book that you never read.
The years you wasted, thinking that money is everything when everything was
right there in front of you.

What is your anesthesia?

We all hurt
We all cry
But if we had one more try
Would we go through life with blinders?
Or would we realize, that to anesthetize
Is only delaying the feeling we lack
Until it’s too late to take it all back

Time waits for NOONE.


 
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