clouded minds, smoke filled intellects, a hazy mist...
still awakening from slumber to daily morning piss...
check myself, wash myself occasionally, step into light...
the morning or afternoon sunshine streams so bright...
welcoming the world with some kind of open embrace...
light fades, world comes into focus, such bitter distaste...
1984 to however much longer is all i have left to give...
the days turn to weeks to months to years that i live...
even as these days pass by in rapidly blurring lines...
all i can do is welcome the world one day at a time...

-welcome, world-