Losing It - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I've reached the point of losing it
I really should be boozing it
Instead I'm just abusing it
It's time for me to fly
What happened to this world of mine
I feel as if I'm wasting time
Just dealing with the daily grind
I really should be high
I've lost all touch with sanity
I'm dealing with profanity
Still searching for humanity
This world has gone awry
I've been searching for modality
While maintaining some morality
Yet facing my mortality
Time to say goodbye
At times I need to acquiesce
And escape from this unworldly mess
I am afraid, I must confess
Until the day I die