colors stream round and round
rocking and pulsing and pushing
they burn the backs of my eyes

and my foot steps stutter with my heart beat
as it thumps erratically by the side of the road
the buses, cars and logging trucks
they pass me by
I care too much, ****

but I just
I want to be the pavement beneath their wheels
such a fight
flight is too easy
and too too hard

and so it goes
my hand against the fuzzy inside
ripping up my coat pocket
tap tap scratch
tap tap scratch

beating a beat
marking a mark
a deep humming under my skin
a magnificent sinking
as I'm falling in

my thoughts collide
breaking under massive waterfalls
I can't seem to catch
all the drops of myself