It feels strange To be human again To crawl out of this static cocoon I am very creative With my back against the wall I am sure I'm completely uncertain
It's easy to be constantly afraid Of something you cannot ever change And once again I am amazed At how reality can spoil a good memory Lately, my concrete
I used to cherish Those flickering sounds and lights Now molts are my main concern I smolder and count, forth and backwards Frothing and scolding Bewailing
did all the other stations Man's big triumph Over bread crumbs Too much maintenance Must keep mouth open There are no magical short cuts Other than
Please don't feed me With useful information I need to keep myself distracted Disguise my aspirations in the night And if it wasn't for the digits I
Look how that man is snowing Inhaling through one nostril I feel so at ease, to be down on my knees (again) She used to have a cryophyte, Now she only
This wooden heart bleeds for no one Stapling medicine onto their eyes This cardboard box has filled its purpose Our society is counting on you To paint
Always but a passenger And not really there I make room for the consignment I relinquish my breath To sneeze immortality at the sight of your missing
