so my common sense expands past common expansions this trance is a prison my sentence i'm risking Gaining time here i wont die here i try to hear the guards i lie here constructing and tinkering but i fear my concious and thinking are not clear
This is a mess. I can't really explain it, theres just a line you cross between normal thoughts and ones that involve actual thinking.
I only like ice in my water Because you cant water it down Things stay the same and the ice will just drown homogeneous mixture A tasteless substance perfect diluteness Be honest to me and Help me get through this is it clear to you now Why I still pursue this
well its important to me. This poem is about thinking clearly or something like that. I read this a lot to focus before I write other stuff.
Should of started your good bye Right when you arrived Cause i wasn't ready Time wasn't steady You we're here a minute And gone the next Was that 20 minutes or a couple secs Or wait a minute I'm just a wreck When you're around time passes wack My eyes are fountains I want you back
It takes a long time to say bye to someone when you dont want to
I'm gonna crash I'm switching lanes Like a spinning fan I osalate And I'm in danger I'm testing fate My life in peril There's no debate My chance of survival Obliterate My chance is slim And I am on My last whim I'm hanging by A single limb I'm bleeding out I need a stim Like a med pack I need a chopper For an evac I need to run And not look back
life in peril is about recognizing and identifying a negative state of mind and making a concious decision to escape it asap