Focus Pocus

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All the things that seemed like good ideas
Always new things to learn
New insight, new tools for the toolbox

I'm Old
All the ideas seem old
My mind was never big enough to grasp them
They are still there; they seem dull
They're still sharp; it's me that's dull

It's the cure; the treatment takes the edge right off
The edge off of life or life off the edge; what a choice
But I'm here [where? As far from there as possible] trying to comprehend
Why don't I get angry; It's the drugs. It gets rid of the anger but not the sadness
The anger makes me move, but I can feel it eating me up inside

The sadness keeps me moving so slow; half the day evaporates
It seems I've learned a few things. Are they any use?
For me, for you, for the future, for the past
For hours and hours I sit propped up in a nice warm bed; I
better enjoy it; it'll be gone soon enough

Hours and hours, not nothing, work; just gone
When I stop to listen, there is nothing there
just the ringing in my ears [Is it my blood pressure?
Does anyone know? Would it matter if you did?]
Doesn't matter. Then why do I do it?
Do I hope it matters? Do I want it to matter? Do I believe it matters?
Zen says don't bother; Buddha says bother; Christ says suffer don't judge;
Moses says judge don't suffer

It's cold, but at least there is snow
The world is falling apart, but at least there's air out there; at least there is air
Air