ever feel so scraped off the earth
as if a surface was mopped clean in your absence
ever feel life was a mistake since birth
you bury your hands under blankets and sheets

high 70's the sun is shining
but im pessimistic moonkissed and turning pale
chest rising and falling in a fitted box
a resting coffin in fort Lauderdale

a maddening mood
meditating to a simpler tune
immune to absolute ammenitiy
we lost our minds searching for serenity