Families tethered, friends in panic,
How do I keep myself from going manic?

Ignorance is bliss, but secretly a crime.
Because now all of our lives are on the line.

“Go and vote!”, “ PLAY YOUR PART!”.
But I wish I could just stay at home and forge art.

Create a world with my own two hands,
One that lack ****** and his foul plans.

I just want to be happy, so badly to be free.
This country deepen its hold on me.

There’s solutions to this feeling, some more grotesque than others.

I wish I could just be held by my mother.

To pat my head, tell me everything’s alright, start thinking of dinner plans for tonight.

But that reality is so far from mine.

So I’ll just dissociate at home.

Where my worries will continue to roam.

You know that thing you told me would happen eventually?
Give your brain time for it all to work out mentally.
It’s happening more and more often each day, turning almost seemlessly gay.

This being said,
You’ll never be gone.

I’ll always carry a piece of you, like a tiny pawn.
Forever sitting on the sidelines.

Watching me experience the most intimate pleasures of this lifeline, the way it was always meant to be…