THE PLEDGE OF THE JUNKIES

We are just tired of the normal situation that we are in. We are not the normal being we should be. We should be dancing in the streets. We should be singing in the rain. We should be sleeping soundly in a warm bed entertained by sweet dreams of happy days. We are tired. So tired that we think we are not the person we were or should be. We have lost our concentration and strive to overcome what lies ahead. We need some space. We need some air to breath.