an odd conversation with myself

If you were lost but not lost enough, so then get lost with me. I see you old, my friend. Even the reflect of your mirror doesn't tell something good about you, with that face and those eyes, poor little child. Do you content yourself swimming in the ash? You call it ash pool, but it's called ashtray. You stand there all night, then I ask you "what's up, man?", and your reply is "the ceiling". You are a funny man.

I'm just trying, could writing explain the mystery? I said, I'm just trying.