This feeling is mutual.
Liking the sandpaper scrape on my knee.
I never wanted two duals.
So I guess I got three.

I can't help but say,
Thank you for this day.
This feeling made it possible,
It’s not even audible.

The pain in the back of my head,
Reminds me of this feeling.
It tells me to go to bed,
And stop breathing.

One day I’m sure,
They’ll find a cure,
They will never start cancelling,
For this chemical off balancing.

Ode to a feeling,
This is precious.
Sounds like it has no meaning,
But it’s breathless.