Outsomnia

Westward swinging avoiding the mundane sleep
But I'm heading towards the night time
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Planning escapes in jungles thick in my head
4 walls closing in on this stepless ladder
How am I supposed to see with a polaroid on my eye?
Staples and glue and I'm never changing mind
Cement is what most people crave
I am looking for some mud
But trying to avoid the grave
Running past it exposed an easy target at most
I am the victim of my own scary ways
Finally choking on the truth
I'll soon swim in paradise bay