I’m down and chemically inducing an anti-coma
My head is spun around and bound to the ground where if not it were
it would be gone
The case itself is not what’s left it’s what’s left undone
unraveled
I’m spewing my pseudo-philosophic bile on my surroundings
If not for those around me I’d yell at walls only to have my ideologies reflect, bounce off my head and cause severe brain trauma
I’m up and bright, but afraid of over-upness
See, if I again get very up and can’t come down
then over-upness might render me up and out of breath
And I want to breathe
But if I can’t breathe life and fire freely then what exactly is the point of my breathing at all
I cough dust and smoke
My head is spun around and bound to the ground where if not it were
it would be gone
The case itself is not what’s left it’s what’s left undone
unraveled
I’m spewing my pseudo-philosophic bile on my surroundings
If not for those around me I’d yell at walls only to have my ideologies reflect, bounce off my head and cause severe brain trauma
I’m up and bright, but afraid of over-upness
See, if I again get very up and can’t come down
then over-upness might render me up and out of breath
And I want to breathe
But if I can’t breathe life and fire freely then what exactly is the point of my breathing at all
I cough dust and smoke