Tuck/Nip

Stoned all the answers are gone
awake all the questions lost
never thought it would be so hard
never felt it all for nought

days go by and still the same
days go by and still no fame
if only I had tried
nothing would be the same

two sides of every story
just as boring as mine
and never enough time
and never enough

down, out, and along the same path
focused on the same, lame and inane
what does it matter
what does it care

into and out of life
asleep at the wheel, I steal, me
again and again and again
far from real and sadly mistaken

two more lies and all is forsaken
control is in my mind
control I must find, in a race
with everyone, and no one

steps to no more emptiness
turns in the wrong direction
def on all ears
who is listening?