Evening Blues

Evenings can be hard for me, they always have

I get weird feelings of being far away and small

like I should be somewhere but not where I am

as if the world's too big and has to many people

and they're all going to someplace I'm not going

and they're all doing the things I cannot be doing

my focus becomes grainy, like a scratched photo

within the picture I'm running late and out of time

I fall into the same routine of my own self-comfort

self medicating with alcohol and drugs, overeating

but I'm sober now, mostly better, yet still can binge

I don't know how it started, and mostly it's stopped

and it sure is true that it's hard for people to change