DEAD INSIGHT

You hit a blip when you read that 

Its intriguing enough I get that

But why can't you shake it off 

Deep enough I bet that

So there was a point where life made sense

Where things were sorted almost as if penned

No loads to pull off no lines to cut nothing too dense

Of course a time where heaven sprayed its scent

And gushhhhh the blip slaps all knocked 

And you suddenly fall into this space that's cocked

And whose loaded these pounds and grams 

And where is the scent that reached my palms

But my net was un-torn and I had backed it up 

And as said I had dived right into the cut 

But I guess the air slipped into the threads 

Throwing me lost

if not DEAD.