Swain Sways These Days

We get pasted in states
Swigging crates & cases
I stop to do up my lace
Both laces

Snakes in the haze
Gaze back at my space
Check the fake faces
In a maze of hate
& leave in a haste

The disgrace of my pace makes me wait
hesitate, debate my inner state
Before its too late I’m elated
Life’s too great to waste