maybe it's me that's changed.

sit by myself, sad morning
try to make sense of my life
my page is marred by a previous years indentation
try to caffienate: wake up
have to score, music for a movie, have two weeks
no spare time as is
-in the city, oh oh
wish i could hibernate
shut this all off for a few months
dodge the snow and holiday season
how have i changed? why?
have i lost or gained?
the day: haze of sorrow.
feel like painting a wall, screaming out to the morass
don't really want an answer,
just for it to be known that my spirit withers