The air tastes so fresh
It makes me wish I could breathe.
If I’d not already left,
I’d never want to leave.
And, yes, it stings,
But it takes the pain away.
I can’t sleep but
I’m dreaming anyway.
I’m so numb that
My powdered bed is comfy.
Why would I ever get up,
Even starving hungry?
My blood sugar’s low
But it suits me very well.
I’m drowning now but I
Fear another dry spell.
Mechanical clouds
Fold me between the gears.
Tumbling down and
Twisting between the years.
Down comes another wall;
Must be a dozen now.
The universe seems so small
Taken a line at a time.
There goes another paradigm;
Sift out the grains and I’ll
Run on smooth and distorted time
Without destination.