It's a new delirium
Post Popsicle oops
I hope I can relieve facts in a timely manner
Most matter is made up of stale antics
It's the motion throw your libido in the ocean
And watch luck pass you by in a locomotive
It's the thinly veiled secrets the year being illusive
I wish I wasn't home
I wasn't supposed to be bound
Hope got intertwined and ledge
I never wanted to be seemed capable
Steps unto my feet
Tracks up against my imagination
A thought not a wish a place not a dish nor dream
Just aimlessness masked in moments
Staring at the sky through the window through the beams
Through the artificial temperatures
Through the many ghosts
The sheets are see through
The mass coming and going
Open and out
I'm broken burnt out
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