Comfortably Numb
Introduction:
Just a poem I attempted
When I was young and dumb and full of come
I would self medicate to become Comfortably Numb
I would consume more than my share just to get there
I couldn’t talk about reality so I fought to be once again
Comfortably Numb
When I found the Man in the mirror upset
I would once again consume to become Comfortably Numb
But now the man in the mirror suffered not to be consumed
The vigor of youth no longer held him up he’d lost his grip
Now there was no being Comfortably Numb
Now Only pain and sorrow followed the consumption.
As the Man in the mirror appeared old and weathered
Rode hard and put away wet his features dulled
But once again was a peace identified as Comfortably Numb
Not induced by vices but of Knowledge and faith.
Now the man in the mirrors Mind was stronger and held
Comfortably Numb things that would consume him
Some would call it inner strength or fortitude
But he called it Comfortably Numb, nothing could break him
Then one day karma stood in front of him
She Challenged his Comfort and made him feel once again
His comfort gone the pain once again consumed him
At his age he still had enough pride to try once last time
So he set about to become Comfortably Numb,
He partook and consumed, and with His last breath
He once again felt Comfortably Numb and it consumed Him
Beware of how you choose to cope with life’s hard knocks
For being Comfortably Numb won’t solve anything for long
but just for now looking up at the sky I can not deny
All I want to be is once again Comfortably Numb.
