This life is feeling tired
Too much nonsense in here
Infinite baggage over acquired
A brain is bulging
All over the side
The balancing act
A daily routine
Mindful explosions don’t interact
A draining torment
Breaks down the slack
Head like a murky pond
No figure to speak of
A canyon replaces the useful bond
Crazy nervosa enters
Sanity has moved on
Apparent sleep lasts all day
Heavy limbs hibernate
Daylight is swapped for a lunar ray
Pallid enamel skin
Sunken eyes close once again
Monday 2 July 2001
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