Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air
Must I care for nothing more than myself? Do I dare?
Admit the fraught thoughts cavorting? Resorting in inner-directed mourning
For the part of me that was selfless but left without a warning
Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest
This obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head
Oh shit I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend
Revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend
Anything bigger than myself, but in the end I still pretend
Condescending anyone polite enough to choose to misspend their time
Watching me as I achieve my secret social mission
To drain people with my boring stories and opinions
To see the bigger picture takes intelligence and wisdom
But I won’t see nothing more with just myself in my vision
I go outside a blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any empathy
Endlessly incessantly declining any pleasantries
Heavily breathing, socially teething, I’m open like a vivisection
Intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections
Infected by my perceptions that I’m a non-entity
Project my insecurity until intensity is weaponry
Grieving a heavenly fiction I perceived whilst I was dreaming
Awake! Freezing, wheezing, fundamentally I’m still believing that
This is an elegy for concepts I conceived in deep sleep
As I helplessly watch them fade whilst I awake, I try and keep them alive
Incomparable with life but eventually they die
And the brain I used to cultivate reveals my lovers were a lie
When inside my mind I find a way to replicate reality
Through lucid dreaming I decimate the limitations of actuality
Capacity practically eternal, mortality external
No God but I investigate the blasphemous worship of the nocturnal
Internally existing without morality creates profanities without the travesty
And compared to the apathy of realness I reveal my own insanity
The majesty of fantasy protects me from tragedy
Normalities effects traject the agony of rationality
Which thankfully penetrates with no avail to my unreality
An elaborately designed privately owned spiral galaxy
Financially I’m failing, naturally decaying
Soon I’ll have no safe place to sleep if these bills still need paying
Displaying cravings with open eyes for something mind expanding
For when I drift away I see the totality of understanding
