Scribblings of the Opiated Sherpa

I feel like writing a country song, But nobody has died, Not that I know of. The car broke down, Who knows if there was even a girl to begin with, It's been a intraspective evening. I can't play the guitar, I don't have a band, So there's not gonna be any music. I felt like writing a country song, But I don't think there is enough to go on... Besides... I hate country music.

If there was ever a sense of dementia, I'm pretty sure I've psyched myself out. Cause and reaction will go hand in hand, My causes make for poor reactions. I'm probably over-reacting, Or I was probably over-reacting yesterday. I may have pushed too hard, When I was doing so well standing still. Damned if I do, Damned if I don't. It's never going to come on a silver platter, So I might as well give'er a go. Anxiousness... What a bitch.