My place in life, A familiar couch cushion, I sit and I slouch. Watch the lights smear, Laugh histerically, At the same old nothing. My good friend, His eyes shiver in his head, I think he may be dead, Start to think I am too. I have something to tell, With more words to spill, Than ashes in my ashtray. A moment of brilliance, Soft light throbs through, The old curtains can filter, But an epiphany shines askew. My mind is furious with thought, One million answers for you, Not one of them profound. And I've been here, Beyond all time it seems, Declared the meaning of life, Upon deaf ears and thought, "This must be what it's like To be crazy."