A Wistful Perfunctory

I'm sorry man this is life.
It's addictive, and it's pure, and it's available to everybody
I've got no magic in my breath
I can’t speak and then it’s Good
I know you see me dealing with fools and beggars and blind people
But that’s just something to pass the time
Before my first cup of coffee.

Really,
I'm chasing midnight
Walking'round when the headlights are on.
Staring at nothing,
Placing bets on what time I'll sleep at dawn
They say we're never fully here, but I’m waiting anyway,
For that grinning deceit, y'know?
I really wanted the graveyard shift,
So I came in, partially included
To a point. Funny, time’s running short
And...Still! I have yet
To find land?
Sooo...maybe? I'll be
A ghost. I mean,

like I said,
There’s not really anything material by daylight
By midnight, just echoes of laughter and
All those drained faces you see in afternoon mass
like I said,
its midnight
The chancellor of party crashes
So who wouldn't have second thoughts?
like I said,
i’m a ghost
Dying's for the fools,
Life's for amateurs
Boo! Losers
Arrg. Winning,
Failing, so...
But,
like I said,
its twilight.
My dogs are barking
As I'm sure your dogs are barking too.