If theres nothing in it.

I think I've played this game before,
my feet in the air and my head on the floor.
And its all falling down to the ground and I've found,
that nothing will remain the sane direction.

I've been here previously.
You and me, grinding down so mischievously.
Blowing and growing, until the snow stops snowing.
The underworld is back, black like I like my coffee.
WE slowly slip down and out back into the darkness winding
finding
that we can't be sure we're not minding all the things being done to us.
Yes, the drugs are blinding and we have troubling seeing the world outside the windshield.

Pathetically searching, and lurking, working for cash.
Spending it away.
Economics in motion.

A friend once said that the reason she uses
is not because of any abuse, and she doesn't really provide an excuse.
She says it fills that empty space.
You know the one.
This is frightening, as some people have larger spaces than others.