I need some room
For a bit of debauchery
Some bit of debauchery
Once in a while
Or a fortnight
Would bade no harm
Not as much harm at the very least
As my everyday does
You see,
I am a person
Going about her day
Rushing, mumbling, crawling,
In the pauses between my quiet wails
My breath is so shallow
You'd guess I am dead already
I strive every hour
To keep things neat
No outbursts
Hailing cabs, paying bills
Erasing my former authentic self
Or atleast stifling, deep inside
I feel don't stand to lose much
Because there wasn't much to begin with
I stand on routine, wake up, push it, sleep
Wake up, push it, sleep
Wake up push it sleep
And then awaken to nightmares
Not of ghouls and devils
But the frothy little nightmares of everyday
That make you reluctant to emerge
Thus, I allow myself no release
Due to which, I perish when alive
Despite all good intention
Despite counsel
Despite the resources for a decent lil life
I need some debauchery, some release
To observe and witness
The reasons outside of this cocoon
To just be, and
Be, unbothered