Ive worked every job in this town
The cities are unemployed
Every chance or opportunity
Burned to ground
The bridges I used to cross
Just a sinking stone
Now im starting to think
The world is not me
Places used to dream, and breathe
Now its just ripple effects
See myself trying to get it
Separate from energy
Tearing back
Concentrate on non existence
Spread across too thin
Another envelope day
Put in this box
I hope to receive blindly
It will all make sense
Tomorrow