Defective Keys

Those little pills,

Hmm mmm

defective keys,

La la la la

promised to lead me

to a quiet release

They told me they’d take me,

gently, with ease,

to a haven of rest, to a chamber of peace.

They swore they would free me, from worries per piece,

carry my mind where my troubles would cease.

If they had worked and unlocked my retreat,

I would be asleep, not counting defeat.

No darkened circles beneath tired eyes,

no red-shot gaze, no restless sighs.

I’d wake with purpose, steady and bright,

not sluggish, not stumbling, through my endless nights.

But those little pills, defective keys,

fumbled the lock on my needed release.

Now I sit here singing, offbeat, not neat,

scribbling verses, half-baked, incomplete.

Those little pills, defective keys.