i have no patience and its always the last key

it was bound to happen.... i would say something drunk.
and here i am
well the first thing i realized tonight in the terror of a life i lead in the midwest...
is that:
i am not patient
or a good patient for that matter
i keep having the same dream that takes form in different circumstances but it is the same concept.
i try to transcend an in-antimate object. At first it was the corner of a folded piece of paper and lately it has been the corner of a tall room. sometimes i make it to the other side, where i am not supposed to be, and i can feel it, but i continue to explore... then i get booted out. and then i try for hours to get back in....... to this damn corner.
and i can't
what i realized tonight, on the fucking terrible dance floor of skully's, is that
while staring at the
bi0sexuals
and college nimrods
i am really trying to transcend this in-antimate life and make it something, and i
just can't (period)
today i felt so defeated,
for many reasons
which i tried to swell with alcohol....
didn't work
i guess