Passing Time

Sometimes it feels I am just passing time
Between cigarettes smoked to calm my mind
Between weekends spent under the covers
Between nights lost inside my lover

I drag myself through all the hurt
As if I am a broom dragging through dirt
As if I have lost the twinkle in my eyes
As if I don't care if I live or die.

But thank God for the hidden time
The seconds where I enjoy life
The seconds where I take a break
The seconds I am not in pain.

So I will live, just passing time
Finding peace within the strife
Finding little moments to cope
Finding, reaching, holding onto hope