Devoid Of Monsters and Heroes

Drugs were fun for several years
until I wised up and gave up.
Booze was fun too until
I stopped that as well.

Now I just sit at home and wonder
if I missed anything at all
not getting altered or changed
or even, you know, messed up
even a little on the substances.

In my current chair or state of grace
can’t imagine what it would still
be like to shut my eyes and wonder
if I what I saw when they were open
would compare at all to the sights
and noises when they were closed.

In my current state of grace or chair
I open my eyes to a state of flux
devoid of fantasy monsters
and heroes of daring and wonderment
and I wonder where they went;
I marvel at how quickly they disappeared;

I am surprised by the time I spend
not wishing for drugs, not longing for booze,
instead hoping and then hoping some more
for one anomaly to shake me up,
to carry me away.