Cosmic Queludes

Cosmos queluudes Planetary Percocet Just a curious fleshling who spent too much time tempting Orions opiod abuse Whats the use Too high now to tie his own shoes All to cure his cosmic blues Getting high off of downward spirals Calls himself lifted Recalls when he was gifted So stoned that his hearts a boulder Once made flesh till he got a little older Now hes ducking toy soldiers Hid away in base camp Playing war games in his head at the death of a lamp Knees up head down as the dark comes round Braced for impact or self served anxiety attacks Considers karma at a glance Has he paid it off? Not a chance Shroedinger's trigger pulled back against his cap Will he live to gain momentum Or Is his potential only quantum Stuck Dividing time and space Because he never learned his place He thinks life is but a breath, Here today, gone in death Whats the point of living anyways, We cant stop the end of days. Would he even want to? A man lost within his ways Trapped within a haze Trampled by an undead army, calling him by name How would you feel if you could say the same?