I line the yellow ones up next to the red,

add blue and a white will put me to bed.

a bump and some coffee for work the next day

the uppers fight downers in their own way

as days turned to weeks followed by the years

blow to wake up, sleep chased with beer

a mind meant for mensa, ivy league school

caught in a cycle trapped into cool

the needle brings peace, a line brings the pop

I reach and I grasp for the dragon nonstop

Sleep is my love, life, balance, my Zen

all I can do is chase her again

someday the alarm won't be tended

with derision they'll speak of a junkies life ended