Maybe I’m wound too tightly
My insides seem to fall out before I’m ready
Are you ready?
I thought as much
Living by the mantra “Don’t trust anybody”
From one crucial loss
Is it possible to live the same day for years?
I’m young but tired of the sting
The pressure in my brain
Can I open up?
“We haven’t interacted enough.”
We are closed off until the hybrid moment
I’m closed off until the hybrid moment
Maybe I’ll cough it out
Feel it out
Drink it off
Sleep it off
I’m calling out
They’re distant and I’m questioning my memory
Would you remember my face?
Its got miles and tribulation
Oh my friend, would you remember my face?
Through Trials and malnutrition?
I’m nothing but the perceiver in those old photographs
Of you on Athenian Mountain
I’m nothing but a mannerism that you cannot remember where it stems from
I sit and listen to the conversation in the background
Is it too shallow for me to chime?
Am I too jaded?
Or is it more of the same
Human games in godly missions
God, are you listening?
Would it be a crime if I asked “if the accident will?”
Because I’m hoping for an accident
“If the crime will.”
Let me know if you live
Of course, I know that you’re living and doing fine
But are you alive?