Tired, distressed and sick of this mess
Move my fingers to get emotions of my chest
Grapple with hysteria, this mind fights with matter
Gravitational alignments make me dizzy
Nap time felt like it wanted to be meditation
Woke up with that hazy feeling
Mend my soul with lazy healing

Eyes open
Fear creeps in as the conscious grows
Puzzle fits together for some, but most have all the wrong pieces
Low birth
Opportunity mysterious
No golden key
Wealth affords
Gifts of the Earth
Given by the blood of poverty
Pretend to care
Illusionary charity
Life a stage without an audience
Find death appropriate
See you again
Right back where we started

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