Whitewashed

Sometimes I like to taste the white,

but all to often it takes my night.

a day or so my brain is dead

nothing thought, nothing said.

a break a kit Kat a holiday true

or a break from me for you.

im taking my natural sparkle and fizz,

replacing with a false hope called whizz.

Now I know this life's a fake,

i'll leave the white in its wake.

feeling happy when clean and bright,

my mind and thoughts are not so tight.

so now I'm escaping this sliding mall,

before I crash and hit the wall .

let my thoughts come naturally ,

not from a bag artificially