Thought

cyc-

le

gus-

ty

a

mind

filled

with

hot

air

Must

I

care

for

no-

thing

more

than

my-

self?

Do

I

dare

ad-

mit

the

fraught

thoughts

ca-

vor-

ting,

re-

sor-

ting

in

in-

ner

di-

re-

cted

mour-

ning,

for

the

part

of me

that

was

self-

less

but

left

with-

out

a

war-

ning

Well

that's

what

I

said,

but

may-

be

it's

the

fact

that

I

de-

test,

this

ob-

ses-

sion

with

my-

self

that

leaves

a

mess

in-

side

my

head

Oh

shit,

I'm

do-

ing

it

a-

gain,

re-

pel-

ling

a-

ny

po-

ten-

tial

friend,

re-

vea-

ling

my

innate

a-

bi-

li-

ty

to

ne-

ver

ful-

ly

com-

pre-

hend,

a-

ny-

thing

big-

ger

than

my-

self,

but

in

the

end

I

still

pre-

tend

Con-

des-

cen-

ding

any-

one

po-

lite

e-

nough

to

choose

to

miss-

pend

their

time

wa-

tching

me

as

I

achieve,

my

se-

cret

so-

cial

mis-

sion;

To

drain

peo-

ple

with

my

bo-

ring

sto-

ries

and

o-

pi-

nions

To

see

the

big-

ger

pic-

ture;

takes

in-

tel-

li-

gence

and

wis-

dom

But

I

won't

see

no-

thing

but

just

my-

self

in

my

vi-

sion

I

go

out-

side,

a

blitz

of

fa-

ces

un-

wil-

ling

to

con-

fess

to

a-

ny

em-

pa-

thy,

end-

less-

ly,

in-

ces-

sant-

ly

dec-

li-

ning

a-

ny

plea-

sant-

ries

Hea-

vi-

ly

brea-

thing,

so-

cial-

ly

tee-

thing,

I'm

o-

pen

like

a

vi-

vi-

sec-

tion

In-

tense

ten-

den-

cy

to

dwell,

see-

thing

o-

ver

missed

con-

ne-

ctions.

In-

fec-

ted

by

my

per-

cep-

tions

that

I'm

a

non

en-

ti-

ty

Pro-

ject

my

in-

se-

cu-

ri-

ty

un-

til

in-

ten-

si-

ty

is

wea-

pon-

ry

Grie-

ving

a

hea-

ven-

ly

fic-

tion

I

per-

ceived

while

I

was

drea-

ming.

A-

wake!

Free-

zing,

whee-

zing,

fun-

da-

men-

tally

I'm

still

be-

lie-

ving

that

This

is

an

e-

le-

gy

for

con-

cepts

I

con-

ceived

in

deep

sleep

And

I

help-

less-

ly

watch

them

fade

while

I

a-

wake

I

try

and

keep

them

a-

live

In-

com-

pa-

ra-

ble

with

life

but

e-

ven-

tual-

ly

they

die

And

the

brain

I

used

to

cul-

ti-

vate

re-

veals

my

lo-

vers

were

a

lie

When

in-

side

my

mind

I

find

a

way

to

rep-

li-

cate

re-

a-

li-

ty

Through

lu-

cid

drea-

ming

I

de-

ci-

mate

the li-

mi-

ta-

tions

of ac-

tu-

a-

li-

ty.

Ca-

pa-

ci-

ty

prac-

ti-

cally

e-

ter-

nal,

mor-

ta-

li-

ty

ex-

ter-

nal

No

God,

but

I

in-

ves-

ti-

gate

the

blas-

phe-

mous

wor-

ship

of

the

noc-

tur-

nal

In-

ter-

nally

e-

xis-

ting

with-

out

mo-

ra-

li-

ty

cre-

ates

pro-

fa-

nities

with-

out

the

tra-

ves-

ty,

and

com-

pared

to

the

a-

pathy

of

real-

ness,

I

re-

veal

my

own

in-

sa-

ni-

ty

The

ma-

jes-

ty

of

fan-

ta-

sy

pro-

tects

me

from

tra-

ge-

dy

Nor-

ma-

lities

ef-

fect

tra-

ject

a-

go-

ny

of

ra-

tio-

na-

li-

ty,

which

thank-

ful-

ly

pe-

net-

rates

with

no

a-

vail

to

my

un-

re-

a-

li-

ty

An e-

la-

borately

de-

signed,

pri-

va-

tely

owned

spi-

ral

ga-

la-

xy

Fi-

nan-

cial-

ly

I'm

fai-

ling,

na-

tu-

rally

de-

cay-

ing

Soon

I'll

have

no

place

safe

to

sleep

If these

bills

still

need

pay-

ing

Dis-

play-

ing

cra-

vings

with

o-

pen

eyes

for

some-

thing

mind

ex-

pan-

ding

For

when

I

drift

a-

way

I

see

the

to-

ta-

li-

ty

of

un-

der-

stan-

ding