I am not relaxed.
My brain is restless and my body is dead.
I keep shooting things out from my eyes
And placing them in empty display rooms.
The hues from dead scenes and parties
Creepy crawlies dance in a line to me
I am obsessed with maticulous lines
I bring the drawings to this cave I found.
The hidden cave in the hidden forest
Traveling by foot never felt so smooth
My ankles break to the sound of foot steps
I run so fast, so clear and sharp and good.
I am alone in the whole world, but it's nice
Like somehow I know this won't be permanent.
I spot a pattern in all of this
I see the dance of sperm
Rushing through my mind as I dream
Flowers float, purple, red, and orange
They soak in the pond water
And bathe in that moonlight.
It's really all too much
Benches comfort me, something
Hits me, takes me, posesses me.
My unconcious is taking my brain
by the hand and leading it to
a place where only eagles dare
The competition is close
I find a fire in a hidden place
And blow the dusty dirt to contain it
Someone had turned the volume down
Nothing sticked to my body
but it all stuck in my head
But my cave is this gutter on the street
And the drawings are only torn newspapers
I heard music, but it was someone in a car
I had pulled the rope too tight
How sad and old and tired did I look?
I could go to a convienant store to see...
My phone had been buzzing all night
I thought that my thoughts were just tickling me.
Competition is close, between drugs.
But thoughts and piano keys, they tend to take first price mostly.
It was always you that lifted me up into the skylight night.
I grinded hope up and swallowed it, candied hope, candied life.
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