What do you want to be when you grow up Robert?

"A fireman, no, A chef! No. Wait! I know!
A drug addict!"

Days float
you float
your sphere
here
there
back again
can't
remember
names
dates
places
faces
those you cared about
those who cared about you
is your escape
working?
fixing?
of course

Dopamine
Dopamine
up up and away!
make the baddies go away

but the novelty soon wears off
and you wake up in the bed that used to be yours
and the apartment that used to be yours
with the friends that used to be yours
and for a brief second,
in the haze of waking after you've crashed
completely for two days,
your muscles so weak you can hardly roll over
without immense pain,
you catch a glimpse of what you once were,
what you could be,
but you've long since then
contorted your mind past
that

and you fall back asleep knowing
that sooner or later
someone will wake you up.

Either someone with the miracle
that you worship.
Or the hope and understanding
that you need deep down inside.

People that say they care,
hardly take the time
to find you when you disappear.

But maybe that's what you need.

To be found.

It's not like people don't know where you live.