More Nonsense

The ideals of humans seem so distant to me
Family, love, and financial stability
Each more out of my grasp than the prior
I've no use for such fuel in my fire
Quarter til 1, my coffee is mostly bourbon
Thoughts in my head would scare you if you heard them
Pleading for a reprieve
Sip my liquid agenda and tumble in a world of make believe
With every mental stride so grows the burn
Unlike Alice there's no plan for return
Trapped in ones own mind
My apathy for all things is my unbroken bind
From inside its getting hard to breathe
Doors are open, but do I wish to leave?