The Old Easy Chair

Once a vibrant socialite
Dancing 'till dawn in smoky rooms
Now I sit alone in an old easy chair
Living my existence in an empty room.

I sit and watch the day go by
Listening to pointless wisdom from a TV screen
Blocking out the sound of birds and the sun's light
Hearing other people's lives through the walls.

I sit and watch the night go by
Hearing excited laughter in the street
Watching the drunks enjoy themselves,
Watching, but never being seen.

I sit in my old chair and cry,
Watching as life passes me by,
Eyeing the pills on my bookshelf,
Longing to put an end to self...