Thinking, thinking, thinking..........torture.....

What happened to you?.........You used to be so buoyant, you used to be fearless
Now your all dismal, despairing, despondent and cheerless
Narcotics have a peculiar way of bringing a man down
Alas, I've been left with this permanent frown

I muse on what my erstwhile friends are up to
Reminiscing, remembering, me and you........
I refrain from that now, so what remains???
My ruptured heart all scarred and stained

I'm no raconteur, I just spit this shite so I can clear my mind

I'm no troubadour, but someday perhaps, I'll don my hat and be gone, just like that.