Everything’s okay
Yet I can’t stop crying
I’m in love with living
Yet obsessed with dying
Scared of sticking to the ground
With the option of flying
A lingering compulsivity to steal
Even after buying
Do you see what I mean?
There’s an absence of sense
My thoughts aren’t supported
With hard core evidence
I only see monochrome
In luminous iridescence
Feeling oh so lonely
But there’s no absence
Nothing is justified, there’s no wrong or right
The reason I toss and turn every night
Time is a murderer
unlocking sickly thoughts
Until depression, sadness and anger is caught
But time is unreal
A construct of sorts
Don’t forget without the mind
Time would be naught