Odrentron world

I drifted off mid-talk, still in a fog, the question startled me, what time does it say on the wall?
Luke came in late and asked the time, there was no clock or watch, there is no way to tell, I said time does not matter sitting on this wall.
My friend who used percs to alleviate his hurt, sat talking with Lester who cant shake the bottle, 20 years with his hand on full throttle.
How do we judge the day with no clock or device, we go by sunup and sundown burn it down is the advice, celebrating each moment without any doubt, please let me out.
In the corner is a Karen who rides the track, the roller coaster of emotion she complains she cant make flat. Next to her is young Jen who tries to pretend that she deserves more because her pain is a ten.
After lunch is time for a break. 15 minutes outside is worthy sum. A chance to stand under a tree, soak in the sun, listen to the stories from someone new, but all the same no matter where they came from.
Carmen who shares my m-o, we lost our grip on what we already know, asks what happened to her memory, She cannot recall the words she used in her dark fantasy. Me too I say, we doubt anyone will forgive? Only time can offer a new chance to play.
The young guns are forming up for group, they all play a part in this merry troup. They are full of sound and fury playing their games, but none of their actions means a thing.
What can we do for Renee who keeps high, when she comes out we cannot deny, her anger and addiction are already scheming to get out. She is dreaming this week, time off for her next bout.
How do we judge the day with no clock, we can go by sunup and sundown burn it down is the advice, celebrating each moment without any doubt, please let me out
We count our time measured by meals, our basic needs dominate this deal. Although this place is meant to give us back our power, how I ask when time and actions are charted by hour. What I want is sleep and peace a time to rest, but my mind is crowded with many a guest, hoping for a re-test.
Here we sit and stare at the wall, trying to count the time until we can call, loved ones who may or may not stand by our side, man what a ride. Many fall out on this trip through hell. Over there sits Danny who will never be well. He tells us his plans for his new life, visions of change on the outside, we nod and smile knowing full well that he shows his tell.
Is this place the start of our new story? Most likely our demons keep us inside human purgatory.
How do we judge the day with no clock or device, we can go by sunup and sundown burn it down is the advice, celebrating each moment without any doubt, please let me out

Alex Odren, 2010